It's been a week since I have had a homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. And, frankly, I can't say that I have missed the experience. The itinerary was exactly the same as the usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Saturday. I made only one exception to the routine. I had to make an emergency stop at Kahala Mall on the way to town. My gym bag and I quickly made our way to the restroom facilities.
After fulfilling my homeless guy quest, I found myself back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. The rest of the afternoon and evening promises to be more of the same ol' shit. I did not receive a distress call from moms, so I was relieved. Moms mentioned yesterday that the bro has not uttered one word since her return. I am beginning to wonder about my bro's mental stability. Is he ready to snap? Is he as sick as the sociopathic buddy?
I can't really call it an "epiphany," but I have had reality deal me a sharp blow to the side of the head this week. I did not find my trip to town to be all that rewarding. Doubtless, I did enjoy the time in the inner courtyard of the library. Yet, there is nothing fulfilling or necessary about my homeless guy itinerary. I prefer to do my workouts at the gym in town, but preference makes no mandate. In essence, there is absolutely nothing important or imperative about my daily rituals. There is nothing important about my useless possessions. And, there is not one iota of importance to my general existence. I have attempted to turn a lesson in futility into something more than it is. What was I thinking?
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
All That Matters
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 7:50am this morning. My bro's family were apparently spending the day celebrating my nephew's graduation. What graduation? He's only 13 years old. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home alone when I arrived. I chatted with moms about the fiasco yesterday. I urged moms to consider moving elsewhere. I also offered the "condotel" unit, although I knew that moms would not like it there. I also presented several other options including senior housing. From what I can tell, moms is willing to risk the uncertainty of living under my bro's totalitarian regime. Can I blame moms? Not really. Moms has lived in that house for 43 years. Moms is a senior citizen now, and she does not have the energy to be moving from place to place like a nomad. I will fully support moms.
Moms had a few errands to run. I dropped moms off at the bank in Koko Marina. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. I shopped at Foodland for a couple of grocery items that moms wanted. Moms waited at the bank entrance until I drove back. Moms is walking more, but she must limit the distance. Off we went to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. We were a little early for lunch, so we sat on one of the benches just outside of Panda Express® until it opened at 10:30am. We were the first ones in.
We sat outside on one of the tables overlooking the marina. Moms and I had an enjoyable lunch break with the additional bonus of beautiful scenery. After lunch, I drove moms back. I unloaded all of the stuff. I also put the luggage that we had acquired yesterday into my truck. I will be storing it in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I also helped moms put new bandages on her wounds. I finished up the procedure by wrapping the gauze around the bandages and securing it with tape. The wounds actually looked much better. I am hoping that the sutures will not have to be redone next week. With that, I said good-bye to moms.
I had planned to go to the gym in town, but I ended up changing my mind. Instead, I visited Koko Head Park and spent over an hour in the peace and quiet. I had a lot of time to reflect on all that has transpired in the last day or so. I came to understand what I must do ... my familial obligation, as it were. I ended up parking my truck next to the library. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina from there. I did my usual workout in a casual fashion. After my shower, I walked to Foodland. I bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream. I sat outside on one of the benches and at the whole pint of ice cream as I watched the myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs going around in circles in the parking lot. I savored every bite of the rich dessert.
I retrieved my truck and was on my way back to Slob Manor at 3:15pm. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit four days early. There is no need to elaborate about the rest of the day or the evening. It's all moot anyway. I felt good about spending time with moms. That's all that mattered to me.
Moms had a few errands to run. I dropped moms off at the bank in Koko Marina. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. I shopped at Foodland for a couple of grocery items that moms wanted. Moms waited at the bank entrance until I drove back. Moms is walking more, but she must limit the distance. Off we went to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. We were a little early for lunch, so we sat on one of the benches just outside of Panda Express® until it opened at 10:30am. We were the first ones in.
We sat outside on one of the tables overlooking the marina. Moms and I had an enjoyable lunch break with the additional bonus of beautiful scenery. After lunch, I drove moms back. I unloaded all of the stuff. I also put the luggage that we had acquired yesterday into my truck. I will be storing it in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I also helped moms put new bandages on her wounds. I finished up the procedure by wrapping the gauze around the bandages and securing it with tape. The wounds actually looked much better. I am hoping that the sutures will not have to be redone next week. With that, I said good-bye to moms.
I had planned to go to the gym in town, but I ended up changing my mind. Instead, I visited Koko Head Park and spent over an hour in the peace and quiet. I had a lot of time to reflect on all that has transpired in the last day or so. I came to understand what I must do ... my familial obligation, as it were. I ended up parking my truck next to the library. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina from there. I did my usual workout in a casual fashion. After my shower, I walked to Foodland. I bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream. I sat outside on one of the benches and at the whole pint of ice cream as I watched the myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs going around in circles in the parking lot. I savored every bite of the rich dessert.
I retrieved my truck and was on my way back to Slob Manor at 3:15pm. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit four days early. There is no need to elaborate about the rest of the day or the evening. It's all moot anyway. I felt good about spending time with moms. That's all that mattered to me.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Stockholm Syndrome
I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening at 9pm extremely exhausted, famished, and entirely perturbed. What started out as a crisis ended up being a total joke. Moms made an emergency phone call to me this morning at 7am. Moms was distraught. My bro had given moms her walking papers. In other words, moms was evicted. I met moms at Koko Marina at 8:15am. I had stopped at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a cup of coffee because I also had to stop by the Hawai'i Kai branch of my local bank in order retrieve money. Moms have having difficulty walking. I noticed that her leg was swelling. One of moms' friends had given her a ride to Koko Marina. I was burning with rage. My bro was still at home for some reason. I met moms at Koko Marina to avoid any confrontation, but not because of cowardice. I just did not want to exacerbate the situation any further.
Moms and I tried to make a few contingency plans. I had called Lori, but did not check my cell phone subsequently. Moms had called Aunty Maria, who was willing to put moms up for a while. Moms did not have any luggage, so we drove to Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Just before we entered the store, we heard Lori calling out. By coincidence, she happened to be there. We gave Lori a brief rundown of the whole situation including the mangy mutt story. Lori invited moms to stay at her place for a few days. We finalized the arrangements. I agreed to meet Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina later in the afternoon. Moms and I picked a nice small piece of luggage, one with the rollers. Then, I drove moms back to her friend's place. We chatted for a few minutes. With good intentions, moms' friend spent the entire time attempting to persuade moms to go back, apologizing if necessary.
Moms' friend gave moms a ride back home. I drove to Koko Head Park to eat my granola. Even with the pleasant surroundings, I could not enjoy myself. I drove to Koko Marina and parked adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout. I took a quick shower.
Then, I drove back to Slob Manor. I dropped off some stuff and hastily consumed a lard-filled Reser's® burrito after heating it up in the microwave oven. I rested a bit, although the sweltering heat was getting to me. I drove back to Koko Marina shortly afterward after making another stop at my local bank in Kuapa Kai. I spent a little time in the library. However, my mind was too preoccupied to even concentrate.
I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 4:15pm. We sipped our beverages while I further elaborated on the foolish state of affairs. We both determined that the real cause of moms' eviction was probably because the Medicare look-back period for gifted assets had just expired (i.e., three years). However, Lori pointed out that the new law mandates a five-year look-back period. We departed at 5:15pm. I drove to moms' friends' place only to find that moms was not there. Moms had asked her friend to relay a message to me instead. The sister-in-law had called moms to apologize. I could feel a rage building, but did everything to remain calm. Moms' friend was gloating about how things worked out, and what a great wife my bro has. Yeah, that was the same wife who was urging my bro to kick moms out of the house this morning. I was ready to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
I then drove out Lori's place. She was getting a room ready for moms. I had to break the news that moms was not coming. I shared the latest tidbit with her. We were then certain that my sister-in-law probably found out about the Medicare five-year look-back. We ended up chatting until 7pm. I drove back to Koko Marina in order to complete the cardio portion of my workout at the gym. I was showered and out of there by 8:30pm. I was looking forward to one of those delicious sandwiches at the Safeway® deli. By the time I arrived in Kuapa Kai, the deli was closed. I purchased a prepared Safeway® salad and whole mess of Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I was ready to commit mayhem when I set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor.
Moms and I tried to make a few contingency plans. I had called Lori, but did not check my cell phone subsequently. Moms had called Aunty Maria, who was willing to put moms up for a while. Moms did not have any luggage, so we drove to Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Just before we entered the store, we heard Lori calling out. By coincidence, she happened to be there. We gave Lori a brief rundown of the whole situation including the mangy mutt story. Lori invited moms to stay at her place for a few days. We finalized the arrangements. I agreed to meet Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina later in the afternoon. Moms and I picked a nice small piece of luggage, one with the rollers. Then, I drove moms back to her friend's place. We chatted for a few minutes. With good intentions, moms' friend spent the entire time attempting to persuade moms to go back, apologizing if necessary.
Moms' friend gave moms a ride back home. I drove to Koko Head Park to eat my granola. Even with the pleasant surroundings, I could not enjoy myself. I drove to Koko Marina and parked adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout. I took a quick shower.
Then, I drove back to Slob Manor. I dropped off some stuff and hastily consumed a lard-filled Reser's® burrito after heating it up in the microwave oven. I rested a bit, although the sweltering heat was getting to me. I drove back to Koko Marina shortly afterward after making another stop at my local bank in Kuapa Kai. I spent a little time in the library. However, my mind was too preoccupied to even concentrate.
I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 4:15pm. We sipped our beverages while I further elaborated on the foolish state of affairs. We both determined that the real cause of moms' eviction was probably because the Medicare look-back period for gifted assets had just expired (i.e., three years). However, Lori pointed out that the new law mandates a five-year look-back period. We departed at 5:15pm. I drove to moms' friends' place only to find that moms was not there. Moms had asked her friend to relay a message to me instead. The sister-in-law had called moms to apologize. I could feel a rage building, but did everything to remain calm. Moms' friend was gloating about how things worked out, and what a great wife my bro has. Yeah, that was the same wife who was urging my bro to kick moms out of the house this morning. I was ready to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
I then drove out Lori's place. She was getting a room ready for moms. I had to break the news that moms was not coming. I shared the latest tidbit with her. We were then certain that my sister-in-law probably found out about the Medicare five-year look-back. We ended up chatting until 7pm. I drove back to Koko Marina in order to complete the cardio portion of my workout at the gym. I was showered and out of there by 8:30pm. I was looking forward to one of those delicious sandwiches at the Safeway® deli. By the time I arrived in Kuapa Kai, the deli was closed. I purchased a prepared Safeway® salad and whole mess of Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I was ready to commit mayhem when I set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor.
Dinner was very enjoyable, though. I reflected on a completely stupid day in which I wasted a lot of time and petrol. In the end, moms went back to an abusive environment. That's moms' sacrifice, although it's wasted on a useless cause. Will the same thing happen again? You bet! It's happened before. Next time, I am tempted to tell moms to "just go back home." I did make one mistake today. I should have called 9-1-1 immediately and reported the incident. My bro could have been arrested for "senior abuse." I'll ask moms if she wants me to report the incident. We already know the answer. Moms will protect the abuser. My bro is exactly like pops. The time is rapidly approaching when I will have to jettison my family including moms. I can no longer tolerate the stupidity.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Wine 'n Chips
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was re-wrapping the gauze around the bandages on her leg. I helped moms wrap it correctly. Moms said that the swelling had gone down. Moms was also able to walk around, albeit awkwardly. I attempted to leave for town on the bus at 9:30am. I walked down to Lunalilo Home Road, only to see the bus pass by as I waited to cross the street. I made a second attempt a few minutes later. I rode the Route 232 shuttle to the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. From there, I transferred to the bus heading to town.
Once in town, I stopped by the Post Office to pay my box rental fee, which has gone up to $29 for six months. I also picked up my mail including the package containing the replacement cord for my Norelco® electric razor. I was able to board a bus heading back to Hawai'i Kai within minutes of finishing my business.
Moms prepared a simple lunch. Moms made rice and cut up fresh vegetables. The main dishes were a can of Coral® tuna and a can of Sea Alaska® pink salmon. I scooped out the Foremost® ice cream for dessert. I piddled around while moms took a nap. At 2:30pm, we departed for the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. The doctor has set up a referral to a surgeon at the main clinic in town. One of the wounds appears to not be healing properly. In the meantime, the doctor also prescribed more antibiotic medication.
I dropped moms off at home. I then drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to retrieve the medication. I dropped the medication off with moms. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the covered parking structure in Koko Marina at 4:30pm. I did a quick cardio workout at the gym. I decided to pay Foodland another visit when I was done with my workout. I ran into the Asian hottie stylist. "Where's your girlfriend?" she asked, most likely referring to Lori. I don't have one, I replied. We ended up chatting for a bit. She was in the store looking for something to eat for dinner. She was working the late shift tonight at Supercuts®. "Are you cooking dinner?" she asked, looking in my basket. Yeah, I said, as I pointed to the big-ass bag of Doritos® tortilla chips. I mentioned that I may come in for a haircut sometime. After saying good-bye, I walked to the liquor department and grabbed a bottle of chilled Fox Brook® Chardonnay.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I decided to enjoy a glass of wine with my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. That is a "first," ladies and gentlemen. Might I add that the wine really complemented the "rations." My after-dinner hors d'oeuvres ... Doritos® with more wine. Am I livin' large, or what? Well, what else could we expect? I replaced the cord on my Norelco® razor only to discover that it is the shaver itself that has gone bad. Can I ever win? Well, aside from assisting moms, the highlight of my day was the chat with the Asian hottie stylist. Another Lolo-palooza kind-of-a-day. Sheesh!
Once in town, I stopped by the Post Office to pay my box rental fee, which has gone up to $29 for six months. I also picked up my mail including the package containing the replacement cord for my Norelco® electric razor. I was able to board a bus heading back to Hawai'i Kai within minutes of finishing my business.
Moms prepared a simple lunch. Moms made rice and cut up fresh vegetables. The main dishes were a can of Coral® tuna and a can of Sea Alaska® pink salmon. I scooped out the Foremost® ice cream for dessert. I piddled around while moms took a nap. At 2:30pm, we departed for the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. The doctor has set up a referral to a surgeon at the main clinic in town. One of the wounds appears to not be healing properly. In the meantime, the doctor also prescribed more antibiotic medication.
I dropped moms off at home. I then drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to retrieve the medication. I dropped the medication off with moms. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the covered parking structure in Koko Marina at 4:30pm. I did a quick cardio workout at the gym. I decided to pay Foodland another visit when I was done with my workout. I ran into the Asian hottie stylist. "Where's your girlfriend?" she asked, most likely referring to Lori. I don't have one, I replied. We ended up chatting for a bit. She was in the store looking for something to eat for dinner. She was working the late shift tonight at Supercuts®. "Are you cooking dinner?" she asked, looking in my basket. Yeah, I said, as I pointed to the big-ass bag of Doritos® tortilla chips. I mentioned that I may come in for a haircut sometime. After saying good-bye, I walked to the liquor department and grabbed a bottle of chilled Fox Brook® Chardonnay.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I decided to enjoy a glass of wine with my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. That is a "first," ladies and gentlemen. Might I add that the wine really complemented the "rations." My after-dinner hors d'oeuvres ... Doritos® with more wine. Am I livin' large, or what? Well, what else could we expect? I replaced the cord on my Norelco® razor only to discover that it is the shaver itself that has gone bad. Can I ever win? Well, aside from assisting moms, the highlight of my day was the chat with the Asian hottie stylist. Another Lolo-palooza kind-of-a-day. Sheesh!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Lolo-palooza
I was off to Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am this morning. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was still unable to walk. Since it was still quite early, I washed my Nissan® Frontier truck. Washing the truck is becoming more of a detestable task each time I perform it. After that, I ran errands for moms. I stopped by Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. I helped moms prepare hot dogs for lunch. Moms also served fresh vegetables. I scooped out the Foremost® coffee ice cream dessert for both of us.
After lunch, I helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. From what I could tell, there was increased swelling in the region. There was also a large blood-inflamed area circumscribing one of the wounds. The stitched section of skin also appeared to be swelling. I called Straub Clinic in Koko Marina to see if there was any available slot open. Nada. However, I was able to reschedule for a slot tomorrow.
I walked down to the gym at 12:40pm. I did my usual Wednesday workout today. I have time-shifted my workouts this week to accommodate moms' appointments at the clinic. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. We chatted for a bit. Moms also had two groups of her friends stop by to visit. I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure my own stuff before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon my return, I performed the dreaded laundry tasks. As to be expected, there will be nothing out of the ordinary occurring for the rest of the day.
My sister-in-law has been assisting moms for the most part. Over the long weekend, my sister-in-law helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. My sister-in-law id attempting to retrieve the police incident report and associated information from Queen's Hospital. I had already contacted the hospital and was told that I would need a written consent from moms. My bro apparently had the information, but he "misplaced" it. I was surprised, and told moms that I may have been entirely wrong about my sister-in-law. I am not sure about my bro, though. He appears to have completely detached himself from the situation.
I have also been discussing with moms the possibility of pursuing a lawsuit in order to recover medical costs and punitive damages. Moms has been unable to walk or perform simple tasks for one week. I imagine that moms will be inconvenienced for at least two more weeks. There has been little communication from the House of Lolo. Moms mentioned that the lolo brought over a "get well" card with $60 enclosed. That's a far cry from actual remediation. The big hurdle is that of finding an attorney. We're already encountering difficulties with the Humane Society.
The "condotel" unit did not do well at all last month. I was $260 short of breaking even. The loss would have been worse, but my mortgage was decreased by $120 commencing last month. The tourist industry is on the verge of collapse. The first fatal strike was the closing down of operations by to key airlines serving Hawai'i. Now, fare increases due to high fuel costs are deterring travel to the islands. We're only at the beginning of the crisis. The Fed will be dropping short-term interest rates again, which will further increase commodity prices. Although somewhat simplistic, the Fed short-term interest rates have been moving inversely proportional to commodity prices. And, as I stated before, once prices go up, they never come back down.
After lunch, I helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. From what I could tell, there was increased swelling in the region. There was also a large blood-inflamed area circumscribing one of the wounds. The stitched section of skin also appeared to be swelling. I called Straub Clinic in Koko Marina to see if there was any available slot open. Nada. However, I was able to reschedule for a slot tomorrow.
I walked down to the gym at 12:40pm. I did my usual Wednesday workout today. I have time-shifted my workouts this week to accommodate moms' appointments at the clinic. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. We chatted for a bit. Moms also had two groups of her friends stop by to visit. I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure my own stuff before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon my return, I performed the dreaded laundry tasks. As to be expected, there will be nothing out of the ordinary occurring for the rest of the day.
My sister-in-law has been assisting moms for the most part. Over the long weekend, my sister-in-law helped moms change the dressing on her wounds. My sister-in-law id attempting to retrieve the police incident report and associated information from Queen's Hospital. I had already contacted the hospital and was told that I would need a written consent from moms. My bro apparently had the information, but he "misplaced" it. I was surprised, and told moms that I may have been entirely wrong about my sister-in-law. I am not sure about my bro, though. He appears to have completely detached himself from the situation.
I have also been discussing with moms the possibility of pursuing a lawsuit in order to recover medical costs and punitive damages. Moms has been unable to walk or perform simple tasks for one week. I imagine that moms will be inconvenienced for at least two more weeks. There has been little communication from the House of Lolo. Moms mentioned that the lolo brought over a "get well" card with $60 enclosed. That's a far cry from actual remediation. The big hurdle is that of finding an attorney. We're already encountering difficulties with the Humane Society.
The "condotel" unit did not do well at all last month. I was $260 short of breaking even. The loss would have been worse, but my mortgage was decreased by $120 commencing last month. The tourist industry is on the verge of collapse. The first fatal strike was the closing down of operations by to key airlines serving Hawai'i. Now, fare increases due to high fuel costs are deterring travel to the islands. We're only at the beginning of the crisis. The Fed will be dropping short-term interest rates again, which will further increase commodity prices. Although somewhat simplistic, the Fed short-term interest rates have been moving inversely proportional to commodity prices. And, as I stated before, once prices go up, they never come back down.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day 2008
Last night, I was ready to "throw in the towel," as it were. I was completely disgusted by everything. In fact, I wanted to dump all of my worldly possessions in the trash can. What could have caused such a disruption in sanity? Did I ingest some Creatine? I quickly changed from DI.FM to SKY.FM Smooth Jazz channel. I felt much better. However, I still wasn't certain about what was ready to set me off. Was it the gale force winds swirling dust and crap everywhere? The ant infestation? The idiotic Presidential (s)elections? The "herd mentality" of an entire nation of fools? The senseless "war on terror"? The crappy Safeway® Eating Right® granola? The sociopathic buddy? The Creatine cretin? The House of Lolo? Being robbed blind by the moneychangers?
Of course, my bouts with ascetic dysfunction seems to occur quite frequently. Perhaps my psyche is warning me that my sanity is close to the edge. Yet, I wonder, is it my calling to become a homeless nomad? What else could explain the restlessness, the anxiety, and the disdain with which I view any chance of a return to so-called "mainstream society"?
Another typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day? Not really. Today was almost an exact clone of Saturday's homeless guy emulation. The only difference was that I stopped by Macy's® after spending time at the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I wanted to discover which of the grills were on sale. I quickly became sickened by the task at hand.
In fact, I had an odd sensation, as if someone had ripped the rose-colored glasses off of my face. I was surprised and dismayed because I had never previously felt that I viewed reality in an entirely skewed manner. I saw the store for what it was. I saw nothing but useless shiny objects. I saw shoppers walking around in ecstasy. Outside, I observed the endless traffic congesting around the mall. Thousands of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) resembled massive ant trails. The mall, the freeway, the high-rise condos across the street, all were symbolic mausoleums. These are the memorial tombs that we pay homage to on this holiday.
Once again, I did my usual workout at the gym in Koko Marina. I rode the bus there. I sat for a few minutes on one of the benches along the periphery. The parking lot was completely congested. Once again, my vision blurred to reveal the same memorial tombs that I saw at Kahala Mall. The gym was a welcome relief, although its purpose seemed ridiculous sans the rose-colored glasses. I stopped off at Foodland before departing. I purchased more lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos and one Fuji apple to balance off the atrocity. The parking lot was even more congested.
I walked to the bus stop. From there, I watched all of the 4000-pound motorized chairs navigating precariously through the tiny parking lot. Once aboard the bus, I was comforted in knowing that I was on my way out of the madness. Of course, returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is not akin to finding Paradise. A hideous traffic accident at the main entrance to Koko Marina caused even more traffic. As the bus drove past, I observed the wreckage of the remaining 4000-pound motorized chair. It's front end was completely smashed in. The collision had caused the air-bags to deploy. Memorial tombs in motion. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. The rest of the day and evening will be the same ol' shit.
What kind of holiday is this? I don't know. The useless wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are filling more memorial tombs and we cannot keep up with the bereavement. From what my naked eyes observed, the only memorial that we should be honoring is the coming end of civilization itself.
Of course, my bouts with ascetic dysfunction seems to occur quite frequently. Perhaps my psyche is warning me that my sanity is close to the edge. Yet, I wonder, is it my calling to become a homeless nomad? What else could explain the restlessness, the anxiety, and the disdain with which I view any chance of a return to so-called "mainstream society"?
Another typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day? Not really. Today was almost an exact clone of Saturday's homeless guy emulation. The only difference was that I stopped by Macy's® after spending time at the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I wanted to discover which of the grills were on sale. I quickly became sickened by the task at hand.
In fact, I had an odd sensation, as if someone had ripped the rose-colored glasses off of my face. I was surprised and dismayed because I had never previously felt that I viewed reality in an entirely skewed manner. I saw the store for what it was. I saw nothing but useless shiny objects. I saw shoppers walking around in ecstasy. Outside, I observed the endless traffic congesting around the mall. Thousands of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) resembled massive ant trails. The mall, the freeway, the high-rise condos across the street, all were symbolic mausoleums. These are the memorial tombs that we pay homage to on this holiday.
Once again, I did my usual workout at the gym in Koko Marina. I rode the bus there. I sat for a few minutes on one of the benches along the periphery. The parking lot was completely congested. Once again, my vision blurred to reveal the same memorial tombs that I saw at Kahala Mall. The gym was a welcome relief, although its purpose seemed ridiculous sans the rose-colored glasses. I stopped off at Foodland before departing. I purchased more lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos and one Fuji apple to balance off the atrocity. The parking lot was even more congested.
I walked to the bus stop. From there, I watched all of the 4000-pound motorized chairs navigating precariously through the tiny parking lot. Once aboard the bus, I was comforted in knowing that I was on my way out of the madness. Of course, returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is not akin to finding Paradise. A hideous traffic accident at the main entrance to Koko Marina caused even more traffic. As the bus drove past, I observed the wreckage of the remaining 4000-pound motorized chair. It's front end was completely smashed in. The collision had caused the air-bags to deploy. Memorial tombs in motion. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. The rest of the day and evening will be the same ol' shit.
What kind of holiday is this? I don't know. The useless wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are filling more memorial tombs and we cannot keep up with the bereavement. From what my naked eyes observed, the only memorial that we should be honoring is the coming end of civilization itself.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Creatine Cretin
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been "taken down." I ended up in town to follow my usual itinerary. Some clown sat on the bench adjacent to the one I was sitting on along Fort Street Mall. He shared with me that Creatine causes violent psychotic responses. Creatine is used in those dubious "muscle mass" products. The cretin claimed that he almost ended up in jail after becoming violent through Creatine use. He then gave me the lowdown on antidepressants, and how the latter also seems to cause violent reactions as well. Subsequently, he walked off. I did my usual workout at the gym. Throughout the day, I moved in a non-hurried fashion. Yet, I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm.
The gale force winds are back. Dust, dirt, and other crap were swirling around my squalid room. The sugar ants and carpenter ants have gone "hog wild" in Slob Manor. They are now totally out of control. Even in my squalid room, I have found a significant infestation. I have been manually eradicating them. The rest of the house is a pig sty, which is why the ants have proliferated. There's garbage and rotten food everywhere. Well, that's why it's called Slob Manor.
Petrol prices continue to move upward, with the lowest octane petrol now at $4 per gallon in some parts of town. All other prices (e.g., food, sundries, and so forth) are also cascading upward. I have not seen it this bad ever. The sad part is that prices will never go down again unless the economy goes into a full deflationary downturn. Currently, we have both deflation (i.e., home prices and wages) and inflation (i.e., everything else) at the same time. And, we know where the Fed has positioned itself, eh?
The gale force winds are back. Dust, dirt, and other crap were swirling around my squalid room. The sugar ants and carpenter ants have gone "hog wild" in Slob Manor. They are now totally out of control. Even in my squalid room, I have found a significant infestation. I have been manually eradicating them. The rest of the house is a pig sty, which is why the ants have proliferated. There's garbage and rotten food everywhere. Well, that's why it's called Slob Manor.
Petrol prices continue to move upward, with the lowest octane petrol now at $4 per gallon in some parts of town. All other prices (e.g., food, sundries, and so forth) are also cascading upward. I have not seen it this bad ever. The sad part is that prices will never go down again unless the economy goes into a full deflationary downturn. Currently, we have both deflation (i.e., home prices and wages) and inflation (i.e., everything else) at the same time. And, we know where the Fed has positioned itself, eh?
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Deliverance
Last night, at about 10pm, I realized that I had made several non-footnoted references to the House of Lolo, Dirty Kimo, and so forth. I should have noted that the historical antecedents to the aforementioned go way back to the original journal. The original journal was first introduced online over 13 years ago. It has run continuously (sometimes in "underground" mode) for the duration. The only caustic blemish was when I was forced to drastically edit the journal to remove references to the former friend about four years ago. I sacrificed the future of the journal because I was weak. I was taken in by a babe, the hottie Persian former friend. I immediately corrected the folly of my ways. Yet, I was sickened when I compromised the integrity of the journal by editing it. I almost deleted it entirely. Now, the journal has carried over to the "blog."
I will be honest. I am eagerly anticipating the end of the "blog." I am simply waiting for the final exodus. I have been desperately trying to "line my ducks in a row." Sadly, I have been thwarted at every turn. The largest obstacle is the "condotel" unit. It is a major frontline divestiture that needs to happen now. Everything else is trivial. I can dump the rest of the crap without batting an eyelash. The caveat would be if the economy begins to collapse amidst the advent of the secular Apocalypse. I will sacrifice myself. I will remain in the thick of the pain and suffering. I will receive pain and suffer for it. Then, I will inflict pain and suffering of my own kind. The "blog," unfortunately, will have ended well before then.
I tried to understand my bro. Had the House of Lolo's mangy mutt attacked him, he would have fatally maimed the varmint and possibly even the lolo himself. Yet, in moms' case, he remains passive and accommodating. Not to worry. During the onslaught of the secular Apocalypse, I will return to the House of Lolo and supervise its fall. In the most perverse of times to come, I will have achieved the highest mental clarity.
There are many believers of the "Great Unraveling." I am a believer and a skeptic at the same time. I am a believer because I know that the boondoggle of the converging destinies is upon us. I know that the epidemic of the "seven sins" is running rampant and unchecked. However, I remain skeptical because I know the ingenuity and cunning of evil. The alchemy of evil allows its practitioners to conjure up ways to buy time. Patiently I wait for the fall of their "house of cards." I will be there for the "deliverance." I will also be there to deliver retribution. After several glasses of the Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine, I came to realize that I am part of the chosen underlings, the ones appointed to witness the "deliverance" and to perform the act of "delivering." When I speak of "delivery," I'm not talking about FedEx®.
The alchemists rely upon sorcery and soothsaying to perpetuate the motion of the "system." Evil is its engine. The Dark Side is its frontier. To the practitioners, the source of power is infinite. That is but a ruse. Even in their hearts of stone, they know the truth. The Day of Reckoning is coming soon. When I speak of "deliverance," I speak not in tongues. I am referring to the time of "deliverance." We are very close to that juncture. Why is the latter concept so difficult to comprehend? Heck, I, myself, may not be "delivered." Of what consequence is that? I will have certainly reaped what I have sowed. Yet, in my eyes, the witnessing of universal justice will be my "deliverance," whether I survive its occurrence or not. What say you?
There is one other point to be made today and that is the power of tribal, klan, or familial ties. My case, a minor point, is my return to Hawai'i as part of my familial obligation to my parents, perhaps cultural but not of any overt consequence. When I completed the reading of the entire Riverbend "blog," I became even more cognizant of the inherent strength of tribal, klan, and familial ties. It's as much of a weakness as it is a virtue. Why are we so willing to kill or maim in the name of those ties? From what I perceive, the problem is misguided trust. Most of us are unwilling to place faith in an uncertain "deliverance." We have allowed the sorcerers and the soothsayers to get the best of us. Mind you, I am not "trivializing" the tribal, klan, or familial institutions. On the contrary, I have discovered why they are important, and why they have become misguided.
A not-so-usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has passed. I must admit, I was extremely groggy when I woke up. I had polished off the whole bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine last night. What a maroon! I made the hasty decision to ride the bus to Kahala Mall this morning at 8:30am si I could enjoy a hot cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I perused a few magazines. Later, I walked around the store in search of any interesting new books. I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:45am. When I aighted the bus, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park. I spent a few minutes enjoying the scenery. The trade winds were blowing, so the was no "vog" to ruin the view of the ocean and the blue sky.
Back in my squalid room, I ate a modest quantity of the marginal Safeway® Eating Right® granola. I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai on the bus after that. I decided to waste some time by alighting at the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I waited for the Route 232 bus and rode it to Koko Marina. An old guy almost mowed me down with his 4000-pound motorized chair. I was walking across the entrance to the library in the sidewalk when the loser made a quick left-turn to avoid oncoming traffic. I read the clown the "riot act," although he attempted to defend his maneuver. Has he ever heard of the driving concept called, "right of way"? Apparently not. So, why does he have a license to drive?
I did my usual workout at the gym. I then stopped off at Foodland to purchase a small container of Ahi Poke and two lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos. As I walked out of Foodland, I saw the bus pass by. I had to wait another 30 minutes. Fortunately, I used the frozen burritos to keep the Ahi Poke sufficiently cooled.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. For a snack, I devoured the Ahi Poke. I was too full to concern myself with the frozen burritos. They will keep for another day. The evening? Same ol' shit sans cheap booze. Incidentally, I had to transfer $250 from my investment accounts to my local bank the other night. I did not realize that my checking account balance was at $300 (the new minimum that I had decided upon). The problem is that I believe there is still one check outstanding from a month ago. I have so little desire to monitor my finances anymore. I am slowly being robbed blind, so I have just put it out of my mind. I am waiting for "deliverance."
I will be honest. I am eagerly anticipating the end of the "blog." I am simply waiting for the final exodus. I have been desperately trying to "line my ducks in a row." Sadly, I have been thwarted at every turn. The largest obstacle is the "condotel" unit. It is a major frontline divestiture that needs to happen now. Everything else is trivial. I can dump the rest of the crap without batting an eyelash. The caveat would be if the economy begins to collapse amidst the advent of the secular Apocalypse. I will sacrifice myself. I will remain in the thick of the pain and suffering. I will receive pain and suffer for it. Then, I will inflict pain and suffering of my own kind. The "blog," unfortunately, will have ended well before then.
I tried to understand my bro. Had the House of Lolo's mangy mutt attacked him, he would have fatally maimed the varmint and possibly even the lolo himself. Yet, in moms' case, he remains passive and accommodating. Not to worry. During the onslaught of the secular Apocalypse, I will return to the House of Lolo and supervise its fall. In the most perverse of times to come, I will have achieved the highest mental clarity.
There are many believers of the "Great Unraveling." I am a believer and a skeptic at the same time. I am a believer because I know that the boondoggle of the converging destinies is upon us. I know that the epidemic of the "seven sins" is running rampant and unchecked. However, I remain skeptical because I know the ingenuity and cunning of evil. The alchemy of evil allows its practitioners to conjure up ways to buy time. Patiently I wait for the fall of their "house of cards." I will be there for the "deliverance." I will also be there to deliver retribution. After several glasses of the Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine, I came to realize that I am part of the chosen underlings, the ones appointed to witness the "deliverance" and to perform the act of "delivering." When I speak of "delivery," I'm not talking about FedEx®.
The alchemists rely upon sorcery and soothsaying to perpetuate the motion of the "system." Evil is its engine. The Dark Side is its frontier. To the practitioners, the source of power is infinite. That is but a ruse. Even in their hearts of stone, they know the truth. The Day of Reckoning is coming soon. When I speak of "deliverance," I speak not in tongues. I am referring to the time of "deliverance." We are very close to that juncture. Why is the latter concept so difficult to comprehend? Heck, I, myself, may not be "delivered." Of what consequence is that? I will have certainly reaped what I have sowed. Yet, in my eyes, the witnessing of universal justice will be my "deliverance," whether I survive its occurrence or not. What say you?
There is one other point to be made today and that is the power of tribal, klan, or familial ties. My case, a minor point, is my return to Hawai'i as part of my familial obligation to my parents, perhaps cultural but not of any overt consequence. When I completed the reading of the entire Riverbend "blog," I became even more cognizant of the inherent strength of tribal, klan, and familial ties. It's as much of a weakness as it is a virtue. Why are we so willing to kill or maim in the name of those ties? From what I perceive, the problem is misguided trust. Most of us are unwilling to place faith in an uncertain "deliverance." We have allowed the sorcerers and the soothsayers to get the best of us. Mind you, I am not "trivializing" the tribal, klan, or familial institutions. On the contrary, I have discovered why they are important, and why they have become misguided.
A not-so-usual homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has passed. I must admit, I was extremely groggy when I woke up. I had polished off the whole bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine last night. What a maroon! I made the hasty decision to ride the bus to Kahala Mall this morning at 8:30am si I could enjoy a hot cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I perused a few magazines. Later, I walked around the store in search of any interesting new books. I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:45am. When I aighted the bus, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park. I spent a few minutes enjoying the scenery. The trade winds were blowing, so the was no "vog" to ruin the view of the ocean and the blue sky.
Back in my squalid room, I ate a modest quantity of the marginal Safeway® Eating Right® granola. I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai on the bus after that. I decided to waste some time by alighting at the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. I waited for the Route 232 bus and rode it to Koko Marina. An old guy almost mowed me down with his 4000-pound motorized chair. I was walking across the entrance to the library in the sidewalk when the loser made a quick left-turn to avoid oncoming traffic. I read the clown the "riot act," although he attempted to defend his maneuver. Has he ever heard of the driving concept called, "right of way"? Apparently not. So, why does he have a license to drive?
I did my usual workout at the gym. I then stopped off at Foodland to purchase a small container of Ahi Poke and two lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos. As I walked out of Foodland, I saw the bus pass by. I had to wait another 30 minutes. Fortunately, I used the frozen burritos to keep the Ahi Poke sufficiently cooled.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. For a snack, I devoured the Ahi Poke. I was too full to concern myself with the frozen burritos. They will keep for another day. The evening? Same ol' shit sans cheap booze. Incidentally, I had to transfer $250 from my investment accounts to my local bank the other night. I did not realize that my checking account balance was at $300 (the new minimum that I had decided upon). The problem is that I believe there is still one check outstanding from a month ago. I have so little desire to monitor my finances anymore. I am slowly being robbed blind, so I have just put it out of my mind. I am waiting for "deliverance."
Friday, May 23, 2008
Mangy Mutt Meltdown
I was feeling a little despondent last night. Even the weather proved to be melancholy with a touch of rain. I did not sleep well at all last night. My mind went through multiple scenarios of "taking down" the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I also envisioned myself as the "Punisher" of the entire House of Lolo. The world should be thankful that I never became a cop (i.e., Dirty Kimo). Sheesh!
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. I performed a few small tasks for moms. Then, I spent a little more time grinding down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the pumice stone. Moms was a little more ambulatory, but walking was still a cumbersome task. Seeing moms suffer that way only increased the rage that has been brewing below the surface of my already fragile mental state.
At 10:30am, I drove to Koko Marina to purchase a couple of plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms was able to sit at the table and eat a decent meal. Yesterday, moms hardly ate anything. After lunch, moms took a brief nap. At 12:30pm, I gave moms a ride to the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. I accompanied moms to the lobby of the clinic. Moms and I waited until she was called. The nursing assistant was kind enough to provide a wheelchair. Needless to say, I shuddered when I saw moms sitting in the wheelchair. I sat outside and noted that the hottie Asian receptionist had returned from lunch. After a while, the doctor came out to speak with me. She said that moms' injuries were progressing well. I followed the doctor back to the examination room. The nursing assistant returned to apply the new dressing to the wounds. She showed us the steps, although moms and I knew them quite well. She also went over the list of supplies that moms would need to dress the wound daily.
The nursing assistant wheeled moms out to the parking lot where I had my Nissan® Frontier truck parked. With moms aboard, we expressed our gratitude and said good-bye. I dropped moms off. I drove back to Koko Marina. I was able to park in the shade in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did an abridged version of my usual workout. The time was nearly 4pm when I exited. I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased the bandages, gauze roll, and a tube of Bacitracin for moms. I rushed back to deliver the supplies to moms. I briefly went over each of the products with moms. Then, I helped moms to consolidate all of the relevant documents and billing that has so far been involved.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase my own stuff. A loaf of bread, three lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos (for dinner), and bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine (for dessert), which were all on sale, made up my wish list. I made out like a bandit. Really? Well, not really. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit three days earlier than scheduled. I do not want to be doing any mundane chores during the holiday weekend, not that it matters. I am, after all, an emancipated wage slave.
I was able to discuss a number of concerns with moms. My bro does not want to cause any problems for the House of Lolo, so he has washed his hands of the whole affair. So far, no one from the House of Lolo has said anything to moms. They have made no offer to even pay for the medical expenses. In fact, the whole House of Lolo has been acting suspiciously. I suggested to moms that a lawsuit may be the only solution in order to obtain suitable compensation for moms. Even the doctor could guess the size of the mangy mutt by looking at the wounds. Moms is fortunate to be alive. For the time being, I must work around my bro and not usurp his authority over his household and his property. However, moms is not a legal dependant of my bro. He has no authority over moms. Thus, moms must do what is right for her. And, I will be there to assist moms.
Dinner was mediocre at best. Did I expect more? Not really. Incidentally, the Safeway® Eating Right® granola was horrible. The clusters looked and tasted like plastic. The ingredients resemble a chemistry experiment gone awry (i.e., vitamin-fortified). Well, I popped the cork of the bottle of cheap booze at 7:53pm. The evening? Not exactly the same ol' shit, but it works for me.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. I performed a few small tasks for moms. Then, I spent a little more time grinding down the callouses on the soles of my feet with the pumice stone. Moms was a little more ambulatory, but walking was still a cumbersome task. Seeing moms suffer that way only increased the rage that has been brewing below the surface of my already fragile mental state.
At 10:30am, I drove to Koko Marina to purchase a couple of plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms was able to sit at the table and eat a decent meal. Yesterday, moms hardly ate anything. After lunch, moms took a brief nap. At 12:30pm, I gave moms a ride to the Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. I accompanied moms to the lobby of the clinic. Moms and I waited until she was called. The nursing assistant was kind enough to provide a wheelchair. Needless to say, I shuddered when I saw moms sitting in the wheelchair. I sat outside and noted that the hottie Asian receptionist had returned from lunch. After a while, the doctor came out to speak with me. She said that moms' injuries were progressing well. I followed the doctor back to the examination room. The nursing assistant returned to apply the new dressing to the wounds. She showed us the steps, although moms and I knew them quite well. She also went over the list of supplies that moms would need to dress the wound daily.
The nursing assistant wheeled moms out to the parking lot where I had my Nissan® Frontier truck parked. With moms aboard, we expressed our gratitude and said good-bye. I dropped moms off. I drove back to Koko Marina. I was able to park in the shade in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did an abridged version of my usual workout. The time was nearly 4pm when I exited. I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased the bandages, gauze roll, and a tube of Bacitracin for moms. I rushed back to deliver the supplies to moms. I briefly went over each of the products with moms. Then, I helped moms to consolidate all of the relevant documents and billing that has so far been involved.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase my own stuff. A loaf of bread, three lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos (for dinner), and bottle of Fox Brook Sauvignon Blanc wine (for dessert), which were all on sale, made up my wish list. I made out like a bandit. Really? Well, not really. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit three days earlier than scheduled. I do not want to be doing any mundane chores during the holiday weekend, not that it matters. I am, after all, an emancipated wage slave.
I was able to discuss a number of concerns with moms. My bro does not want to cause any problems for the House of Lolo, so he has washed his hands of the whole affair. So far, no one from the House of Lolo has said anything to moms. They have made no offer to even pay for the medical expenses. In fact, the whole House of Lolo has been acting suspiciously. I suggested to moms that a lawsuit may be the only solution in order to obtain suitable compensation for moms. Even the doctor could guess the size of the mangy mutt by looking at the wounds. Moms is fortunate to be alive. For the time being, I must work around my bro and not usurp his authority over his household and his property. However, moms is not a legal dependant of my bro. He has no authority over moms. Thus, moms must do what is right for her. And, I will be there to assist moms.
Dinner was mediocre at best. Did I expect more? Not really. Incidentally, the Safeway® Eating Right® granola was horrible. The clusters looked and tasted like plastic. The ingredients resemble a chemistry experiment gone awry (i.e., vitamin-fortified). Well, I popped the cork of the bottle of cheap booze at 7:53pm. The evening? Not exactly the same ol' shit, but it works for me.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Mangy Mutt
Moms had apparently been outside in the backyard looking over the lemon tree near the fence that separates the property from the House of Lolo. Without any warning, the crazy dog that has been held prisoner for years in the backyard of the House of Lolo broke free through the termite-eaten wooden planks of the fence. The dog launched itself high over moms head and ended up in the yard. Within seconds, the dog attacked moms, leaving her bleeding on the ground and crying for help. My bro was already home from work, but he could not hear moms screaming from the back yard. However, he saw the mangy mutt trotting about and returned it to the House of Lolo. Moms was able to stagger back to the lanai, covered in blood. Only when she literally crawled into the house did my bro finally see what happened.
To his credit, my bro quickly mobilized himself and drove moms to the small Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. However, the clinic is not set up for emergency care. An ambulance was called, but somehow my bro ended up driving moms to the emergency room of the Queen's Hospital. They were there from 6pm to after 10pm. Moms said that they were waiting for a long time. However, they also filed an incident report with a police officer. Moms ended up with two sets of stitches on her right leg.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. I found moms lying on her bed with a large gauze-wrapped bandage on her leg. Blood was seeping through the gauze. Moms said that she could barely walk. I did a few small tasks for moms before driving down to Koko Marina. I shopped for a few fruits and vegetables for moms. I also dropped by Kozo Sushi and Loco Moco to pick up lunch. I also stopped by the Straub Clinic to see if I could make a follow-up appointment for moms. The hottie Asian receptionist at the front desk was extremely helpful and booked an appointment for next Tuesday.
When I returned, moms had hobbled into the kitchen. I unpacked the groceries and the lunches. Moms wanted an earlier date for the appointment, so I promised to stop by Straub on the way to the gym. I chatted with moms about the incident. It seems that my bro does not want to cause any friction with the House of Lolo. So, there does not seem to be any effort to have the mangy mutt "put down," or to press for any reimbursement for medical expenses. I was more than a little perturbed. When I walked out into the backyard, I could still hear the mangy mutt growling in the backyard of the House of Lolo.
I walked to Koko Marina at 12:15pm. I stopped by Straub and was able to change moms' appointment. The hottie Asian receptionist was not there. I made a call to the police from a payphone. I was urged to recover the incident report number and the name of the police officer who filed the report from the hospital. I was also told that I had to file a report with the Humane Society.
I did an abridged version of my usual workout. After a shower, I walked back in the sweltering heat. There was no sign of the trade winds. In fact, the "vog" has come back with a vengeance. Moms was still napping when I arrived. I made a call to the hospital, only to discover that no information would be released to me. Why didn't the bro acquire the information when he and moms were filing the police report? I then called the Humane Society and filed a preliminary report. The representative said that he will be able to obtain a copy of the police report. Someone will be coming out to Hawai'i Kai to complete the investigation. I want to make sure that the mangy mutt is "put down."
When moms woke up, I helped her with replacing the blood-stained bandage. Moms cut the gauze and removed the old bandage. Then, using hydrogen peroxide, moms cleaned off the dried blood from the wound. The stitches were fairly large. The mangy mutt had taken two bites out of moms' leg. We applied the antibacterial creme and replaced the bandage. Then, we wrapped the gauze around the bandage. Moms held the gauze taut while I taped it up. My bro returned home with his son just as I was throwing the old bandage in the trash can. I chatted with him briefly, but there was no point. Not even a family tragedy can fill the rift. I decided to make a quick exit.
On my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased two Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner and a carton of milk. I reflected on the day during the short drive. Moms had been fortunate. The run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt could have been fatal. The mutt has never been trained, nor has anyone ever walked it outside of its backyard prison. I felt incredible rage and helpless frustration all at the same time.
I am going to try to relax for the rest of the evening. Moms made it through the ordeal, so I am eternally grateful. Last night, I completed reading the last few entries of Riverbend's "blog," which were not included in the second printed volume. I had already read the second to last entry a long time ago. However, I wanted to insure that I maintained continuity. Riverbend and her family made the difficult decision to move to Syria. They, in turn, became one of the millions of Iraqi refugees not knowing what their future will bring.
Ultimately, of course, the time has come for me to plan for the time when moms is gone. Frankly, I have been going through a number of scenarios in my mind for a while now, although I have deliberately not mentioned anything in the "blog." That time could have come yesterday at the paws of a mangy mutt. I have implemented a number of steps to increase my "transience," but I am far from the ideal. So, essentially, I have come back full-circle to the origins of the "blog," that is, the final exodus. For now, I just want to "put down" the mangy mutt that attacked moms.
To his credit, my bro quickly mobilized himself and drove moms to the small Straub Clinic in Koko Marina. However, the clinic is not set up for emergency care. An ambulance was called, but somehow my bro ended up driving moms to the emergency room of the Queen's Hospital. They were there from 6pm to after 10pm. Moms said that they were waiting for a long time. However, they also filed an incident report with a police officer. Moms ended up with two sets of stitches on her right leg.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. I found moms lying on her bed with a large gauze-wrapped bandage on her leg. Blood was seeping through the gauze. Moms said that she could barely walk. I did a few small tasks for moms before driving down to Koko Marina. I shopped for a few fruits and vegetables for moms. I also dropped by Kozo Sushi and Loco Moco to pick up lunch. I also stopped by the Straub Clinic to see if I could make a follow-up appointment for moms. The hottie Asian receptionist at the front desk was extremely helpful and booked an appointment for next Tuesday.
When I returned, moms had hobbled into the kitchen. I unpacked the groceries and the lunches. Moms wanted an earlier date for the appointment, so I promised to stop by Straub on the way to the gym. I chatted with moms about the incident. It seems that my bro does not want to cause any friction with the House of Lolo. So, there does not seem to be any effort to have the mangy mutt "put down," or to press for any reimbursement for medical expenses. I was more than a little perturbed. When I walked out into the backyard, I could still hear the mangy mutt growling in the backyard of the House of Lolo.
I walked to Koko Marina at 12:15pm. I stopped by Straub and was able to change moms' appointment. The hottie Asian receptionist was not there. I made a call to the police from a payphone. I was urged to recover the incident report number and the name of the police officer who filed the report from the hospital. I was also told that I had to file a report with the Humane Society.
I did an abridged version of my usual workout. After a shower, I walked back in the sweltering heat. There was no sign of the trade winds. In fact, the "vog" has come back with a vengeance. Moms was still napping when I arrived. I made a call to the hospital, only to discover that no information would be released to me. Why didn't the bro acquire the information when he and moms were filing the police report? I then called the Humane Society and filed a preliminary report. The representative said that he will be able to obtain a copy of the police report. Someone will be coming out to Hawai'i Kai to complete the investigation. I want to make sure that the mangy mutt is "put down."
When moms woke up, I helped her with replacing the blood-stained bandage. Moms cut the gauze and removed the old bandage. Then, using hydrogen peroxide, moms cleaned off the dried blood from the wound. The stitches were fairly large. The mangy mutt had taken two bites out of moms' leg. We applied the antibacterial creme and replaced the bandage. Then, we wrapped the gauze around the bandage. Moms held the gauze taut while I taped it up. My bro returned home with his son just as I was throwing the old bandage in the trash can. I chatted with him briefly, but there was no point. Not even a family tragedy can fill the rift. I decided to make a quick exit.
On my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased two Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner and a carton of milk. I reflected on the day during the short drive. Moms had been fortunate. The run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt could have been fatal. The mutt has never been trained, nor has anyone ever walked it outside of its backyard prison. I felt incredible rage and helpless frustration all at the same time.
I am going to try to relax for the rest of the evening. Moms made it through the ordeal, so I am eternally grateful. Last night, I completed reading the last few entries of Riverbend's "blog," which were not included in the second printed volume. I had already read the second to last entry a long time ago. However, I wanted to insure that I maintained continuity. Riverbend and her family made the difficult decision to move to Syria. They, in turn, became one of the millions of Iraqi refugees not knowing what their future will bring.
Ultimately, of course, the time has come for me to plan for the time when moms is gone. Frankly, I have been going through a number of scenarios in my mind for a while now, although I have deliberately not mentioned anything in the "blog." That time could have come yesterday at the paws of a mangy mutt. I have implemented a number of steps to increase my "transience," but I am far from the ideal. So, essentially, I have come back full-circle to the origins of the "blog," that is, the final exodus. For now, I just want to "put down" the mangy mutt that attacked moms.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Steamrollin' to Oblivion
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day found me lost and confused at Safeway® this morning. The price of the air-filled energy bars has gone up ten cents to 85 cents total, a full 13 percent increase. Is that outrageous? Damned straight! It's a lousy air-filled energy bar, for fuck's sake. Upon closer scrutiny, the air-filled energy bars also seemed a tad smaller. Most consumers seem unaware of the steep inflation at hand. That's why I always try to include the percent increase figure as well. As you may recall, I began limiting my purchase to just one air-filled energy bar. Now, they are completely outlawed. I will either purchase a piece of fruit or carry additional granola products.
There has been little in the way of trade wind activity. The sky has been overcast for two days with some precipitation in town. The "vog" has also crept back. The ambient temperature, though, has been fairly warm. I have had to keep the electric fan in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) running all night. Well, at least the noise from the fan drowns out any of the Chinaman's late night phone conversations. Speaking of the Chinaman, he has appeared a couple of times at Slob Manor with a young hottie Asian chick. What happened to the YMCA? Sheesh!
I spent four hours in the inner courtyard of the library after enjoying my Safeway® brunch (with my last air-filled energy bar) at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial in the Capitol district. I have commenced the reading of "Pity the Nation: The Abduction of Lebanon," by Robert Fisk. As with, "The Great War for Civilization," I had difficulty putting the book down. However, I am mandated by fear of the "old man malaise" to do my daily workout regimen at the gym.
I was just about done with with my cardio workout when Professor Dan stepped up onto the elliptical machine next to me. We chatted while he did a short warm-up. He has signed on for more training session with Justin, who is a former Diploma Mill student whom we both had in class. Professor Dan and I will be meeting for lunch sometime soon.
On the way back to Slob Manor on the bus, I noticed that petrol prices in town are up to $3.90 per gallon for the lowest grade. The higher grades are over $4 per gallon. Traffic, however, was extremely bad. In fact, it seems as though more and more fools are out driving around in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). Bus ridership is up, but the demographic is that of the economically disenfranchised. The middle class and the elite class absolutely refuse to ride mass transit. Well, I am completely convinced that the "herd mentality," the same mentality behind the "Obama miracle," will steamroll itself to oblivion.
There has been little in the way of trade wind activity. The sky has been overcast for two days with some precipitation in town. The "vog" has also crept back. The ambient temperature, though, has been fairly warm. I have had to keep the electric fan in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) running all night. Well, at least the noise from the fan drowns out any of the Chinaman's late night phone conversations. Speaking of the Chinaman, he has appeared a couple of times at Slob Manor with a young hottie Asian chick. What happened to the YMCA? Sheesh!
I spent four hours in the inner courtyard of the library after enjoying my Safeway® brunch (with my last air-filled energy bar) at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial in the Capitol district. I have commenced the reading of "Pity the Nation: The Abduction of Lebanon," by Robert Fisk. As with, "The Great War for Civilization," I had difficulty putting the book down. However, I am mandated by fear of the "old man malaise" to do my daily workout regimen at the gym.
I was just about done with with my cardio workout when Professor Dan stepped up onto the elliptical machine next to me. We chatted while he did a short warm-up. He has signed on for more training session with Justin, who is a former Diploma Mill student whom we both had in class. Professor Dan and I will be meeting for lunch sometime soon.
On the way back to Slob Manor on the bus, I noticed that petrol prices in town are up to $3.90 per gallon for the lowest grade. The higher grades are over $4 per gallon. Traffic, however, was extremely bad. In fact, it seems as though more and more fools are out driving around in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). Bus ridership is up, but the demographic is that of the economically disenfranchised. The middle class and the elite class absolutely refuse to ride mass transit. Well, I am completely convinced that the "herd mentality," the same mentality behind the "Obama miracle," will steamroll itself to oblivion.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Eunuch's Manifesto
I neglected to mention that I saw the Asian hottie stylist who just graduated from the Institute of Hair Design. Yesterday, while Lori and I sat on a table at the Foodland entrance of the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf®, I saw the Asian hottie stylist standing in the checkout line. She recognized me and smiled. She is now working at the Supercuts® in Koko Marina.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has left me frazzled. I am not certain about how much longer I can continue in this fashion. I have concluded my Iraq research with the completion of the book, "The Assassin's Gate," by George Packer and the remainder of the book, "Baghdad Burning II," the printed second volume of Riverbend's "blog" of the same name. Packer's book was enlightening in some respects. However, in the end, I realized that he was just another tool of empire. "We can win this war," he declared in the final pages. What a maroon! I spent the last hour of my time in the inner courtyard of the library lapsing in and out of a coma. For some reason the heat and humidity was close to unbearable.
At the gym, I did my usual workout. For lack of anything else to keep my mind occupied while I run through my weight workout, I contemplated a variety of topics that I have been desirous of composing in the "blog." However, I have resigned to the fate of laziness and apathy. What more can I really discuss? Every topic has been covered thoroughly in the old journal. The only new material from this point forward could be classified under the all-encompassing topic of "old man malaise." That's it.
I doubt that there are many readers who are too concerned about the effects and stigma of old age. In fact, I fall short of the senior citizen demographic in many ways. I have been prematurely emancipated from wage slavery. I have no friends, just a handful of acquaintances. I have long ago given up on maintaining ties. Moms is that's left of my family. I do not plan on re-establishing ties with my bro and his family. I have no family of my own. I have absolutely no desire to seriously find a babe or to get married. I am simply waiting for the Vienna Sausage to become inoperative. I have no hobbies, no sports, and no interests. I do not care to pursue such trivia, nor do I have the funds to do so. I am essentially living out my "Golden Years" (I.e., "Viagra® Years) now. I am perfectly content to be a hermit, a monk, forever.
Then, why do I bother meeting and chatting with Lori? Well, I get to see how the "upper crust" of society lives and copes. And, the good part about chatting with Lori is that I really don't have to say much. She can carry on a whole conversation for me. That's the way I like it. I don't share anything about my personal life because there is nothing to share. I have deliberately created a life-style (i.e., homeless guy emulation) that is completely devoid of any substance. When I say, "Same ol' shit," I mean it.
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than expected. Then, I engaged in the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) ritual. Hark! Was that the bottle of Fox Brook Shiraz wine calling? Sure enough. I'll polish off the remainder of the bottle while I piddle around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Incidentally, the computer itself is pretty good. Just make sure that if you purchase one that you can handle all of the technical issues on your own. Eunuchs or UNIX?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has left me frazzled. I am not certain about how much longer I can continue in this fashion. I have concluded my Iraq research with the completion of the book, "The Assassin's Gate," by George Packer and the remainder of the book, "Baghdad Burning II," the printed second volume of Riverbend's "blog" of the same name. Packer's book was enlightening in some respects. However, in the end, I realized that he was just another tool of empire. "We can win this war," he declared in the final pages. What a maroon! I spent the last hour of my time in the inner courtyard of the library lapsing in and out of a coma. For some reason the heat and humidity was close to unbearable.
At the gym, I did my usual workout. For lack of anything else to keep my mind occupied while I run through my weight workout, I contemplated a variety of topics that I have been desirous of composing in the "blog." However, I have resigned to the fate of laziness and apathy. What more can I really discuss? Every topic has been covered thoroughly in the old journal. The only new material from this point forward could be classified under the all-encompassing topic of "old man malaise." That's it.
I doubt that there are many readers who are too concerned about the effects and stigma of old age. In fact, I fall short of the senior citizen demographic in many ways. I have been prematurely emancipated from wage slavery. I have no friends, just a handful of acquaintances. I have long ago given up on maintaining ties. Moms is that's left of my family. I do not plan on re-establishing ties with my bro and his family. I have no family of my own. I have absolutely no desire to seriously find a babe or to get married. I am simply waiting for the Vienna Sausage to become inoperative. I have no hobbies, no sports, and no interests. I do not care to pursue such trivia, nor do I have the funds to do so. I am essentially living out my "Golden Years" (I.e., "Viagra® Years) now. I am perfectly content to be a hermit, a monk, forever.
Then, why do I bother meeting and chatting with Lori? Well, I get to see how the "upper crust" of society lives and copes. And, the good part about chatting with Lori is that I really don't have to say much. She can carry on a whole conversation for me. That's the way I like it. I don't share anything about my personal life because there is nothing to share. I have deliberately created a life-style (i.e., homeless guy emulation) that is completely devoid of any substance. When I say, "Same ol' shit," I mean it.
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than expected. Then, I engaged in the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) ritual. Hark! Was that the bottle of Fox Brook Shiraz wine calling? Sure enough. I'll polish off the remainder of the bottle while I piddle around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Incidentally, the computer itself is pretty good. Just make sure that if you purchase one that you can handle all of the technical issues on your own. Eunuchs or UNIX?
Monday, May 19, 2008
Three-Card Monte
Last night, I stepped out briefly to pay a visit to Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. My sole purchase was a bottle of Fox Brook Shiraz vino. Later, I read Chalmers Johnson's review of the book, "Democracy Inc., Managed Democracy and the Specter of Inverted Totalitarianism," by Sheldon Wolin. An excerpt from the article that appeared on the Truthdig site:
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am despite being somewhat woozy from the cheap booze overload last night. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a much needed cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. While moms completed her usual chores, I called Toshiba® Technical Support to inquire whether new device drivers or documentation would be available soon to expedite the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I could tell, I was connected with a call center in India or Vietnam. The "tech" would not assist me. Instead, I was queried for my computer's serial number so that she could check whether it was still under warranty. I did not have the serial number handy because there was nothing wrong with my computer. I knew that my computer was past the warranty period by eight months. I was advised that I would have to pay $35 for technical support of any kind if the computer was not under warranty. In other words, I had to pay up just to have simple question answered. The "tech" advised me to call back when I had my serial number available. "No, I don't think I will ever call back," I said.
I had anticipated being put on hold for hours. Instead, I got the rapid brush-off. I had nothing left to do but grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet with my pumice stone. Moms said that she was not feeling too well again. However, we made the trip to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. We picked up a couple of take-out plate lunches from Panda Express®. Moms served fresh vegetables to supplement the ample lunches. For dessert, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream.
Lori stopped by at noon to drop off a couple of homegrown Italian eggplant. She stayed and chatted with us until 1250pm. Moms took a nap. Lori gave me a ride to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual cardio workout. I walked back in the sweltering heat. The trade winds stopped sometime in the wee hours of the morning. The haze of "vog" had returned. Moms was still asleep, so I left without saying good-bye.
I drove to Koko Marina and did some food shopping at Foodland. Lori met me 3:30pm. We ended up at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf®. We sat and chatted, sipping on our beverages, until 6pm. We then parted company. I gave Lori the remainder of my useless blank CD-ROMs. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 6:15pm. The evening? Same ol' shit.
The genius of our inverted totalitarian system "lies in wielding total power without appearing to, without establishing concentration camps, or enforcing ideological uniformity, or forcibly suppressing dissident elements so long as they remain ineffectual. ... A demotion in the status and stature of the 'sovereign people' to patient subjects is symptomatic of systemic change, from democracy as a method of 'popularizing' power to democracy as a brand name for a product marketable at home and marketable abroad. ... The new system, inverted totalitarianism, is one that professes the opposite of what, in fact, it is. ... The United States has become the showcase of how democracy can be managed without appearing to be suppressed."Wolin's book is on my "must read" list, even if I must purchase it.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am despite being somewhat woozy from the cheap booze overload last night. I made my usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a much needed cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. While moms completed her usual chores, I called Toshiba® Technical Support to inquire whether new device drivers or documentation would be available soon to expedite the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I could tell, I was connected with a call center in India or Vietnam. The "tech" would not assist me. Instead, I was queried for my computer's serial number so that she could check whether it was still under warranty. I did not have the serial number handy because there was nothing wrong with my computer. I knew that my computer was past the warranty period by eight months. I was advised that I would have to pay $35 for technical support of any kind if the computer was not under warranty. In other words, I had to pay up just to have simple question answered. The "tech" advised me to call back when I had my serial number available. "No, I don't think I will ever call back," I said.
I had anticipated being put on hold for hours. Instead, I got the rapid brush-off. I had nothing left to do but grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet with my pumice stone. Moms said that she was not feeling too well again. However, we made the trip to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. We picked up a couple of take-out plate lunches from Panda Express®. Moms served fresh vegetables to supplement the ample lunches. For dessert, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream.
Lori stopped by at noon to drop off a couple of homegrown Italian eggplant. She stayed and chatted with us until 1250pm. Moms took a nap. Lori gave me a ride to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual cardio workout. I walked back in the sweltering heat. The trade winds stopped sometime in the wee hours of the morning. The haze of "vog" had returned. Moms was still asleep, so I left without saying good-bye.
I drove to Koko Marina and did some food shopping at Foodland. Lori met me 3:30pm. We ended up at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf®. We sat and chatted, sipping on our beverages, until 6pm. We then parted company. I gave Lori the remainder of my useless blank CD-ROMs. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 6:15pm. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Fade to "Vog"
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has faded into the "vog." Actually, the "vog" has pretty much dissipated, thanks to the return of the trade winds. The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. I did an extended workout at the gym, which consumed a total of two hours. Of course, that's nothing compared to the old gym days in Convalescent City.
No bus nightmare today. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. I consumed my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. The evening, of course, will be the same ol' shit. No Windows® Vista SP1 yet.
Addendum: On a sad note, I thought that the sociopathic buddy was gone for good, but he's back like a bad sitcom. Sitemeter alerted me of his presence immediately. Why can't we be rid of the sick asswipe?
No bus nightmare today. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. I consumed my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. The evening, of course, will be the same ol' shit. No Windows® Vista SP1 yet.
Addendum: On a sad note, I thought that the sociopathic buddy was gone for good, but he's back like a bad sitcom. Sitemeter alerted me of his presence immediately. Why can't we be rid of the sick asswipe?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
In a "Vog"
Last night, I downloaded the Windows® Vista SP1 standalone updater onto my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer's desktop. I also downloaded the old Conexant® audio driver installation program from the Toshiba® Support site. I then burned both files to one of my useless blank CD-ROMs as a backup. From what I am to understand, the new Conexant® driver should work with SP1 after the latter is installed. However, unless I install it now, the SP1 update will not appear in Windows Update. Hence, the ass-backwards situation will require me to uninstall the current Conexant® driver, use the standalone SP1 installer under a "clean boot" install, reinstalling the old Conexant® driver, and finally allowing Windows Update to install the new version of the audio driver. Does that sound confusing?
Had the Ubuntu Linux distribution not had a similar audio problem, then I would have immediately switched to it. Now, I am "stuck between a rock and a hard place," as the old adage goes. I have not gone through with the SP1 installation because I fear that something will go awry. The SP1 update can be uninstalled, but that's beside the point. Frankly, it looks as though I will need a big-ass bottle of vino to "assist" me through the installation procedure. So, for now, I am postponing the event.
Another "voggy" day, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. After spending four hours in inner courtyard of the library, I really did not feel like going to the gym. The inner courtyard is very peaceful, much likened to a sanitarium. Yet, after I have completed my workout, I feel so much better. I can only guess that the "old man malaise" is beginning to take hold of my senses.
My return trip to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus took two hours and two transfers. I arrived at 6pm. I would have normally been irate, but I was far too apathetic and lethargic to care one way or the other. In other words, I was in a "vog." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Why rush anyway? All I had waiting for me was my dinner rations (read: beans and bread) and my non-SP1 computer. Thankfully, moms had given me the remaining salmon steak yesterday. I ate half of it for a treat. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Had the Ubuntu Linux distribution not had a similar audio problem, then I would have immediately switched to it. Now, I am "stuck between a rock and a hard place," as the old adage goes. I have not gone through with the SP1 installation because I fear that something will go awry. The SP1 update can be uninstalled, but that's beside the point. Frankly, it looks as though I will need a big-ass bottle of vino to "assist" me through the installation procedure. So, for now, I am postponing the event.
Another "voggy" day, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. After spending four hours in inner courtyard of the library, I really did not feel like going to the gym. The inner courtyard is very peaceful, much likened to a sanitarium. Yet, after I have completed my workout, I feel so much better. I can only guess that the "old man malaise" is beginning to take hold of my senses.
My return trip to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus took two hours and two transfers. I arrived at 6pm. I would have normally been irate, but I was far too apathetic and lethargic to care one way or the other. In other words, I was in a "vog." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Why rush anyway? All I had waiting for me was my dinner rations (read: beans and bread) and my non-SP1 computer. Thankfully, moms had given me the remaining salmon steak yesterday. I ate half of it for a treat. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Dejection
What boggles the mind is that the common rank-and-file peon has no idea why petrol and food prices are going up. In fact, prices are going up so fast, that there is no way to not see that something is wrong. I am guessing that the masses attribute the rising costs to "inflation" or the "cost of living." Yet, they may have no idea what either means. In the meantime, the stock market is "rallying toward 30,000" and the Fed is claiming that the financial crisis is over. Amazing, isn't it? Mortgage foreclosures are continuing to rise, with no end or solution in sight. How could the financial crisis be over? Well, the Fed essentially bought all of the "toxic waste" debt. Yes, the Fed calls it "collateral" for the easy, low-interest loans that it has been handing out through the so-called "Term Auction Facility." So, money is generated out of thin air while the "toxic waste" is put on the Fed's balance sheet. All during that time, petrol and consumer prices have been going up. Do you see a correlation?
There are several wars and regional conflagrations occurring simultaneously. We have witnessed an increasing number of violent meteorological phenomena, much of which has caused tremendous devastation. Are we in the "last days," the days prior to Armageddon? In observing all of the latest world events, I have been forced to ponder the possibility. As the self-appointed Keeper of Lost Lives, I have commissioned myself to maintain the Secular Apocalypse Watch. That is, I have been monitoring the converging of multiple destinies which would ultimately determine the fate of humanity. Now, it seems that Divine Intervention may preclude the secular Apocalypse. In all honesty, Armageddon is possibly a far more compassionate end than leaving humanity to its own devices.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am this morning. I dropped off some stuff at the Goodwill donation center near the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. Then, I made a stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was outside in the yard when I arrived.
While I waited for moms, I performed a couple of my own chores. I had brought my Norelco® electric razor with me. I had come up with a possible solution to fix the intermittent power cord. No dice. I was somewhat perturbed because the only option was to purchase a new shaver. After failing at my first chore, I opted to grind down the callouses on the sole of my feet with my trusty pumice stone, a task that is easily accomplished. At 10am, I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to see if it sold replacement power cords for electric shavers. Nada. I felt even more dejected.
Later, I drove moms down to Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms shopped for some groceries. Moms prepared a couple of salmon steaks for lunch in the convection oven. Moms served hot rice and fresh vegetables along with the salmon. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream.
Moms mentioned that she experienced the "zap in the head" for the last two days. The "zap in the head" is not painful, according to moms, but she must clasp her head with both hands nonetheless. Moms' doctor assured moms that nothing is wrong because the MRI scan (from December 2007) was clean. I am a little concerned because the symptoms are beginning to sound like a small (i.e., petite mal) seizure.
I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:50pm while moms took an afternoon nap. I did my usual workout. Then, I was forced to take a cold shower because there was no running hot water. I rode the Route 232 shuttle back since it was so hot outside. The "vog" continues unabated. Moms was already awake when I arrived. Moms served up fresh Cinnamon Rolls for another round of dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before departing.
I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased a couple of Tina's® burritos for dinner. I was also going to purchase another box of Quaker® Granola, but the latter was out of stock. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than expected. I also observed that my hoard of Quaker® Granola was overrun by ants. In fact, the ants are everywhere. I had to open the boxes. What I discovered was annoying. Two of the boxes had plastic bags that were not sealed properly. However, the ants had not yet discovered the openings. I removed the plastic bags containing the granola and put them in another plastic bag. The remaining three boxes appeared to be sealed properly. Thank goodness.
After dinner, I actually had a brainstorm. Why not search the Net for an outlet that sells replacement power cords for electric shavers? Sure enough, I found one at Electric Shaver Service in Nebraska. So, I ordered the replacement power cord. With shipping, the cost came to $10 and some change. That's a lot less expensive than a new shaver. My old Norelco® shaver is solid. It will probably last another 25 years. Sheesh!
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I restored my monk haircut yesterday at the Institute of Hair Design. As for the evening, same ol' shit. We all knew that already.
There are several wars and regional conflagrations occurring simultaneously. We have witnessed an increasing number of violent meteorological phenomena, much of which has caused tremendous devastation. Are we in the "last days," the days prior to Armageddon? In observing all of the latest world events, I have been forced to ponder the possibility. As the self-appointed Keeper of Lost Lives, I have commissioned myself to maintain the Secular Apocalypse Watch. That is, I have been monitoring the converging of multiple destinies which would ultimately determine the fate of humanity. Now, it seems that Divine Intervention may preclude the secular Apocalypse. In all honesty, Armageddon is possibly a far more compassionate end than leaving humanity to its own devices.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am this morning. I dropped off some stuff at the Goodwill donation center near the Hawai'i Kai Park 'n Ride. Then, I made a stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was outside in the yard when I arrived.
While I waited for moms, I performed a couple of my own chores. I had brought my Norelco® electric razor with me. I had come up with a possible solution to fix the intermittent power cord. No dice. I was somewhat perturbed because the only option was to purchase a new shaver. After failing at my first chore, I opted to grind down the callouses on the sole of my feet with my trusty pumice stone, a task that is easily accomplished. At 10am, I drove to Longs® in Kuapa Kai to see if it sold replacement power cords for electric shavers. Nada. I felt even more dejected.
Later, I drove moms down to Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms shopped for some groceries. Moms prepared a couple of salmon steaks for lunch in the convection oven. Moms served hot rice and fresh vegetables along with the salmon. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream.
Moms mentioned that she experienced the "zap in the head" for the last two days. The "zap in the head" is not painful, according to moms, but she must clasp her head with both hands nonetheless. Moms' doctor assured moms that nothing is wrong because the MRI scan (from December 2007) was clean. I am a little concerned because the symptoms are beginning to sound like a small (i.e., petite mal) seizure.
I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:50pm while moms took an afternoon nap. I did my usual workout. Then, I was forced to take a cold shower because there was no running hot water. I rode the Route 232 shuttle back since it was so hot outside. The "vog" continues unabated. Moms was already awake when I arrived. Moms served up fresh Cinnamon Rolls for another round of dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before departing.
I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased a couple of Tina's® burritos for dinner. I was also going to purchase another box of Quaker® Granola, but the latter was out of stock. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than expected. I also observed that my hoard of Quaker® Granola was overrun by ants. In fact, the ants are everywhere. I had to open the boxes. What I discovered was annoying. Two of the boxes had plastic bags that were not sealed properly. However, the ants had not yet discovered the openings. I removed the plastic bags containing the granola and put them in another plastic bag. The remaining three boxes appeared to be sealed properly. Thank goodness.
After dinner, I actually had a brainstorm. Why not search the Net for an outlet that sells replacement power cords for electric shavers? Sure enough, I found one at Electric Shaver Service in Nebraska. So, I ordered the replacement power cord. With shipping, the cost came to $10 and some change. That's a lot less expensive than a new shaver. My old Norelco® shaver is solid. It will probably last another 25 years. Sheesh!
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I restored my monk haircut yesterday at the Institute of Hair Design. As for the evening, same ol' shit. We all knew that already.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
"Vog" of Truth
The "vog" was extremely dense today. The "vog" haze was noticeable at a distance of less than a few hundred feet. The only advantage of the "vog" was that it prevented the ambient temperature from rising any higher than it was. The "vog" is originating from the Kilau'ea eruption on the East side of the Big Island. That's nearly 200 miles away from Honolulu. Oddly, there was ethereal side to the "vog." When I walked into the inner courtyard of the library, I was struck by how the sunlight was widely diffused, which caused a glowing incandescent hue.
According to the local rag, foreclosures in Hawai'i have skyrocketed by 218 percent in one year. Hawai'i now ranks 36th out of the fifty states for number of mortgage foreclosures. If I recall, about a year ago, the news sources were claiming that Hawai'i residents were much more resilient and resourceful than their mainland counterparts. Therefore, the sources claimed, Hawai'i would be fairly immune to the bursting of the so-called "housing bubble." How times have changed, eh?
Last night, I listened to the interview with Gore Vidal on the Democracy Now! site. Wow! What a breath of fresh air! Vidal told it like it was. Incidentally, I discovered that my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer has its own Software Update application installed. I invoked it only to discover that my computer was "up to date." Thus, I am a long way off from updating Windows® Vista. Alas, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... what more can I say?
According to the local rag, foreclosures in Hawai'i have skyrocketed by 218 percent in one year. Hawai'i now ranks 36th out of the fifty states for number of mortgage foreclosures. If I recall, about a year ago, the news sources were claiming that Hawai'i residents were much more resilient and resourceful than their mainland counterparts. Therefore, the sources claimed, Hawai'i would be fairly immune to the bursting of the so-called "housing bubble." How times have changed, eh?
Last night, I listened to the interview with Gore Vidal on the Democracy Now! site. Wow! What a breath of fresh air! Vidal told it like it was. Incidentally, I discovered that my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer has its own Software Update application installed. I invoked it only to discover that my computer was "up to date." Thus, I am a long way off from updating Windows® Vista. Alas, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... what more can I say?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Lights On, Nobody Home
Has another day elapsed, or am I stuck in time? Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was almost identical to the previous homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I could reiterate the itinerary, but then I would have to generate all of those same links ad nauseum. I refuse to do so. I will mention that the weather has been extremely warm because there have been no trade winds. The "vog" came back with a vengeance.
I mentioned the other day that I still maintain my personal hygiene even though there is no logical reason to do so. Most old guys let themselves go commencing in their forties. The most annoying aspect of the old man personal hygiene is the proliferation of body hair. Aside from the nose and ear cartilage, hair is about all that continues to grow and spread on the old man physique well into the senior years. I must constantly trim the nose hair, the armpit hair, and the hair around the Vienna Sausage. Actually, I mow the hair down like it's overgrown grass. I used to shave the hair on my chest, but I gave up on that fruitless venture once I developed an ingrown hair. That ingrown hair, as you may recall, was mistaken for a benign cyst by several doctors. I now maintain an unkempt lawn of gray hair on my chest, which is much less unsightly than a big bush of hair in the armpits, or a large shrub of hair around the Vienna Sausage.
This evening, I received a long reply from Microsoft® Support. Much of it replicated what is available in the KnowledgeBase. The relevant information:
I mentioned the other day that I still maintain my personal hygiene even though there is no logical reason to do so. Most old guys let themselves go commencing in their forties. The most annoying aspect of the old man personal hygiene is the proliferation of body hair. Aside from the nose and ear cartilage, hair is about all that continues to grow and spread on the old man physique well into the senior years. I must constantly trim the nose hair, the armpit hair, and the hair around the Vienna Sausage. Actually, I mow the hair down like it's overgrown grass. I used to shave the hair on my chest, but I gave up on that fruitless venture once I developed an ingrown hair. That ingrown hair, as you may recall, was mistaken for a benign cyst by several doctors. I now maintain an unkempt lawn of gray hair on my chest, which is much less unsightly than a big bush of hair in the armpits, or a large shrub of hair around the Vienna Sausage.
This evening, I received a long reply from Microsoft® Support. Much of it replicated what is available in the KnowledgeBase. The relevant information:
Please understand the driver updates on the Windows Updates website are provided by hardware manufacturers. These updates are designed to be applied to the common version of hardware devices. This is why the driver updates can be detected when we access the Windows Update website or use Automatic Update. However, since the related hardware devices installed on the computer have been highly customized by the manufacturer of the computer, these driver updates may not be fully compatible with the devices. Hence, we don't recommend us to install driver update for the sound card device.So, in desperation, I have posted an inquiry on the WUGNET message board in Folder 10 (All Windows Questions). What's really sad is that the Toshiba® Support site has nothing about Vista SP1 or any of the new drivers. We're still at Square Zero.
For current state, I suggest us to contact Toshiba to confirm if your computer is fully compatible with Windows Vista Service Pack 1. If not, I suggest us to postpone SP1 in order to avoid any potential problems occurred.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Nothing Noteworthy
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been regurgitated. Nothing noteworthy to report. The routine and itinerary was exactly the same as usual. I have observed that the buses have been much more crowded, coincidentally as petrol prices have increased. Petrol is now $3.82 per gallon for the lowest octane. The highest grade of petrol is now over $4 per gallon.
I finally sent off an inquiry to Microsoft® Support about my inability to upgrade to Vista Service Pack 1 via the automatic update facility. I will supposedly receive a reply within 24 hours. Speaking of Microsoft®, its research division has launched an interesting freeware application called Worldwide Telescope. The application allows the viewing of ground and space telescope imagery.
I finally sent off an inquiry to Microsoft® Support about my inability to upgrade to Vista Service Pack 1 via the automatic update facility. I will supposedly receive a reply within 24 hours. Speaking of Microsoft®, its research division has launched an interesting freeware application called Worldwide Telescope. The application allows the viewing of ground and space telescope imagery.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Etcetera Ad Nauseum
I was off to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. While moms completed her chores, I ground down the callouses on the sole of my feet with my trusty pumice stone. The callouses are so hard that the pumice stone is wearing down. Sheesh! Moms and I made the usual rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and back to Foodland in Koko Marina.
For lunch, moms and I ate lamp-baked chicken and fresh ahi poke, both courtesy Foodland, with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream. I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 1:20pm. I did my usual cardio workout. I was able to ride the Route 232 shuttle afterward. Moms was already up from her nap when I arrived. Moms gave me the remainder of the lamp-baked chicken and the ahi poke. I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased a box of Eating Right® granola, a Safeway® brand, and one Tina's® lard-filled frozen burrito. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I resigned myself to another afternoon and evening with my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I ate the ahi poke and the Tina's® burrito for dinner. As you can easily tell, the "blog" has become a redundant joke.
I have noticed, with considerable alarm, that I am becoming ambivalent and apathetic to all aspect of my personal life and life-style. I still maintain a high level of personal hygiene and also keep physically fit at the gym. However, with each passing day, I find that I must exert much more effort to continue both practices. I believe that the derelicts and the homeless have encountered the same issue at some point in time. They saw the futility of it all and threw in the towel. I am now wondering why I even bother. Why not carry the homeless guy emulation to the next level?
For lunch, moms and I ate lamp-baked chicken and fresh ahi poke, both courtesy Foodland, with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream. I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 1:20pm. I did my usual cardio workout. I was able to ride the Route 232 shuttle afterward. Moms was already up from her nap when I arrived. Moms gave me the remainder of the lamp-baked chicken and the ahi poke. I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased a box of Eating Right® granola, a Safeway® brand, and one Tina's® lard-filled frozen burrito. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I resigned myself to another afternoon and evening with my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I ate the ahi poke and the Tina's® burrito for dinner. As you can easily tell, the "blog" has become a redundant joke.
I have noticed, with considerable alarm, that I am becoming ambivalent and apathetic to all aspect of my personal life and life-style. I still maintain a high level of personal hygiene and also keep physically fit at the gym. However, with each passing day, I find that I must exert much more effort to continue both practices. I believe that the derelicts and the homeless have encountered the same issue at some point in time. They saw the futility of it all and threw in the towel. I am now wondering why I even bother. Why not carry the homeless guy emulation to the next level?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Etcetera
I've been viewing some of the feeds from the Democracy Now! site, specifically the "War and Peace Report" hosted by Amy Goodman. Two shows of interest were aired on Tuesday May 6th which featured an interview with Kevin Phillips, author of the new book, "Bad Money: Reckless Finance, Failed Politics, and the Global Crisis of American Capitalism," and on Thursday May 8th which featured an interview with John Perkins, author of the book, "Confessions of an Economic Hit Man." Check it out!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been flushed down the commode. Same ol' shit. Coffee from Safeway®. Hang out in catacombs of Kukui Plaza. Hang out on Fort Street Mall. Work out at the gym. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. Return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. The afternoon was the same ol' shit. The evening will be the same ol' shit.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been flushed down the commode. Same ol' shit. Coffee from Safeway®. Hang out in catacombs of Kukui Plaza. Hang out on Fort Street Mall. Work out at the gym. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. Return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. The afternoon was the same ol' shit. The evening will be the same ol' shit.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Stepford Overdrive
"We need a Jeffersonian revolution. If it doesn't happen, our democracy will continue to weaken and things will get worse. Right now, we have a two-party electoral dictatorship with each party looking for the highest corporate bidder." -- Ralph NaderI am so glad that I am no longer a Democrat. I am not a Republican either. If anything, I am now a Socialist. And, I am urging everyone to boycott any voting activities. Otherwise, vote for the Socialist candidate, vote for Ralph Nader, or write in William Blum. The charade must end, and it must end now. Sadly, the insane sheep are going to keep repeating the same mistake over and over again. When that happens, expect John McCain to be (s)elected. Yet, does it matter who is elected? Not really. The outcome for all three of the mainstream candidates will be exactly the same: maintenance of the status quo for the elite class. They are the "Stepford Candidates."
Did anyone in the empire's ruling class ask me if I wanted the empire to spend $3 trillion on a useless war in Iraq? Did anyone ask if I wanted the empire to go to war in the first place? Did anyone ask if I wanted to see $736 million spent on the empire's embassy in Iraq? Those are only a few questions that I have pondered when I constantly hear that the empire is a "democracy." How about you? How will your "Stepford Candidate" respond to "democracy"? We can listen to "hope" and "change" rhetorical crap all day long, but nothing will change. Will the "Stepford Candidate" invoke a true exit strategy for Iraq and Afghanistan? Will the "Stepford Candidate" brainstorm appropriate measures to restore both countries to a habitable state? Will the "Stepford Candidate" repeal the USA-PATRIOT Act and the Military Commissions Act? Will the "Stepford Candidate" cooperate with the War Crimes Tribunal? Or, is the "Stepford Candiate" really a "Manchurian Candidate"?
Last night, the Manchurian Chinaman was up to his old tricks again ... fudgepackin' and amphetamines. See last Sunday's "blog" titled, "YMCA," for details. Fortunately, I was able to sleep through the nonsense because the Chinaman was mumbling incoherently. This morning, I departed for town at the usual time following the same itinerary as last Saturday for yet another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. After eating quite well all week, I had difficulty returning to my bland diet of Safeway® air-filled energy bars and Quaker® Granola. I spent four hours in the library. In a few more reading sessions, I plan to wrap up my relevant research on the Iraq débâcle. I have done my duty to remain an informed citizen of empire. Of course, that does little to reconcile the conscience of empire.
I did my usual workout at the gym. Even moving at a snail's pace, I was able to complete my workout at the scheduled time. A relatively quick bus ride brought me back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I was back to my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. I could not believe how bland the meal was. Sheesh!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Bring It On!
"Twelve Step programs further define insanity as doing the same thing that doesn't work over and over again, each time expecting different results. I can think of myriad examples of this in the culture of empire, starting with, 'Maybe this time, if we just elect the right candidate for president then....'" -- Carolyn BakerI am making fewer and fewer comments about the empire, the empire's wars, the empire's decrepit financial "system," the empire's disciples (i.e., satanic gargoyles), the empire's rigged politics, and even the ingredients for the secular Apocalypse (i.e., the epidemic of the "seven sins"). I believe that I have already said it all. Now, we must just wait for the end to come.
My frame of mind seems to parallel that of Carolyn Baker. If I could articulate what I have been thinking about for years, then I would have come up with something similar to her recent article titled, "Twelve-Stepping Our Way to Armageddon." As Baker asserted, "Collapse is, above all, forcing us to confront our personal mortality and that of our loved ones which is the principal reason so few are willing to deal with it." Bingo!
When I completed reading, "Twelve-Stepping to Armageddon," I realized that I have been going through the same kind of transformation as of late. I have had an increased sensitivity to food, indigenous lifeforms, the wondrous works of nature, and so forth. For example, as I eat a navel orange, I peruse the intricacies of the fruit. Then, I revel in how food has been provided for us through a completely self-sustaining biological system. There is no way for evolutionists to explain such a phenomenon. Then, I contemplate how humanity, through erroneous philosophies such as evolution, have gone on to destroy itself and the planet. As for the secular Apocalypse, I say, "Bring it on!"
I departed for Kahala Mall at 8:25am this morning. I spent about 90 minutes in the Barnes & Noble® Café. I sipped a cup of coffee and perused a few magazines. At 10:30am, I walked to Macy's® and browsed the housewares department. I perused a few models of grilling appliances that were on sale. Then, I sat at the front entrance of the mall to wait for moms.
Moms arrived at about 11am. Moms had to fill a prescription at Longs® for a nasal spray decongestant, so we walked there first. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. After lunch, we were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms briefly before walking to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual workout. I walked back to retrieve my truck. Moms was still asleep, so I did not disturb her. I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased yet another box of Quaker® Granola. I had thought of purchasing a couple of lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner, but immediately changed my mind. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. I piddled around until 6pm. For dinner, I ate two slices of whole wheat bread and a cup of Quaker® Granola. As for the evening, we can expect the same ol' shit.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Moronic Nights
Frankly, I was feeling a little down last night. I was worried about moms, but I am confident that my bro will keep an eye on the situation. I cruised over to the Pure House Music site again to listen to a few more mixes in the archive. I was even able to briefly chat with Ollie Brooke himself on the Mini-Chat module. I felt much better. Well, that's really what House Music is all about.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai again this morning at 8:15am. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. The front door was open again. Moms was still resting, but apparently moms was able to walk around and make toast for breakfast. I spent about an hour using the pumice stone to grind down the same stubborn callouses on the soles of my feet. Soon enough, the time came to be eleven o' clock. Moms felt rested enough to shop at Foodland in Koko Marina. So, off we went.
For lunch, I ate a steak and shrimp plate lunch courtesy Foodland. Moms ate a slightly more bland meal. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream. After lunch, moms decided to take another nap. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:50pm. I did my usual workout. When I walked back, I found that moms was already up and about. I chatted with moms briefly. Moms has a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I offered to give moms a ride, but moms wants to ride the bus instead. I am certain that moms does not want me to spend too much money on petrol, not that it matters to me. As a compromise, I will meet moms at Kahala Mall.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I purchased a few navel oranges and two lard-filled Reser's® burritos. I was back in my squalid room by 3:45pm. I hand-washed my one-and-only set of gym clothes. Then, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park, essentially right across the street.
Even with the gale force winds blowing, the beach park is like an oasis. The ocean was quite rough, with only windsurfers daring to battle the white crests. I sat in the small pavilion structure. The whole place smelled of rancid grease. On the weekends, the whole beach park is packed with Pacific Islanders. Apparently, most of them like to barbeque their food right inside the pavilion structure. I attempted to overlook the grease and scum that was coated on everything. Rather, I looked out toward the oceans and watched the waves break. I also watched the gale force winds slicing through the coconut palm fronds.
I was back in my squalid room by 5:15pm. The gale force winds were so bad that dirt, dust, and crap were swirling around my squalid room. My bare feet could feel the gritty particles that completely covered the floor. I warmed up the lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner. I also ate the remaining sushi from yesterday. The continuing gale force winds began to grate on my nerves by 8pm. I was in a terrible mood. So much dust and dirt had settled on my computer screen in ten minutes that I could not even discern anything on the screen. I had to wipe off the thick film, which only ended up scratching the delicate glossy surface.
Frankly, as the days wear on, I find that my sanity is being tested. I am an unwitting victim in a "system" of mass corruption, greed, and stupidity. I don't want to be here, but that's where I ended up. Yes, I am thankful that I am not being bombed to smithereens by the empire like the poor Iraqis. However, there is not much to said about living in an overindulgent society in which its pathetic inhabitants are working extremely hard to pull everyone else down into the abyss with them. Yes, I need to get on with the exodus.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai again this morning at 8:15am. I made the usual stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. The front door was open again. Moms was still resting, but apparently moms was able to walk around and make toast for breakfast. I spent about an hour using the pumice stone to grind down the same stubborn callouses on the soles of my feet. Soon enough, the time came to be eleven o' clock. Moms felt rested enough to shop at Foodland in Koko Marina. So, off we went.
For lunch, I ate a steak and shrimp plate lunch courtesy Foodland. Moms ate a slightly more bland meal. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream. After lunch, moms decided to take another nap. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:50pm. I did my usual workout. When I walked back, I found that moms was already up and about. I chatted with moms briefly. Moms has a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I offered to give moms a ride, but moms wants to ride the bus instead. I am certain that moms does not want me to spend too much money on petrol, not that it matters to me. As a compromise, I will meet moms at Kahala Mall.
I made one last stop at Foodland in Koko Marina before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I purchased a few navel oranges and two lard-filled Reser's® burritos. I was back in my squalid room by 3:45pm. I hand-washed my one-and-only set of gym clothes. Then, I walked to Kawaikui Beach Park, essentially right across the street.
Even with the gale force winds blowing, the beach park is like an oasis. The ocean was quite rough, with only windsurfers daring to battle the white crests. I sat in the small pavilion structure. The whole place smelled of rancid grease. On the weekends, the whole beach park is packed with Pacific Islanders. Apparently, most of them like to barbeque their food right inside the pavilion structure. I attempted to overlook the grease and scum that was coated on everything. Rather, I looked out toward the oceans and watched the waves break. I also watched the gale force winds slicing through the coconut palm fronds.
I was back in my squalid room by 5:15pm. The gale force winds were so bad that dirt, dust, and crap were swirling around my squalid room. My bare feet could feel the gritty particles that completely covered the floor. I warmed up the lard-filled frozen burritos for dinner. I also ate the remaining sushi from yesterday. The continuing gale force winds began to grate on my nerves by 8pm. I was in a terrible mood. So much dust and dirt had settled on my computer screen in ten minutes that I could not even discern anything on the screen. I had to wipe off the thick film, which only ended up scratching the delicate glossy surface.
Frankly, as the days wear on, I find that my sanity is being tested. I am an unwitting victim in a "system" of mass corruption, greed, and stupidity. I don't want to be here, but that's where I ended up. Yes, I am thankful that I am not being bombed to smithereens by the empire like the poor Iraqis. However, there is not much to said about living in an overindulgent society in which its pathetic inhabitants are working extremely hard to pull everyone else down into the abyss with them. Yes, I need to get on with the exodus.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Clean Doubt
DI.FM Deep House was "off da hook" last night. "A Ship Called Diversity," by Ollie Brooke was one of the capstone tracks. One-man House party! What would I do without House Music?
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am this morning, making one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. The front door was open, so I walked in. Moms was still in bed. As it turned out out, moms had suffered another bout of the "dizzy head" this morning. However, the episode today was much more severe than in the past. Moms slept while I spent an hour cleaning the tires of my Nissan® Frontier truck, a task that I partially completed a while back. Then, I spent some time using the pumice stone to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet. Moms was awake by 11am. However, moms could not get out of bed without becoming nauseous. I did a few chores for moms. Then, I drove down to Koko Marina to purchase sushi at Kozo Sushi and a Beef Curry plate lunch at Loco Moco Drive-in.
Moms was still unable to eat anything solid, so I ate lunch by myself. Moms was still resting, so I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina after lunch. I did my usual workout. When I returned, moms was awake but still unable to get out of bed. I cut up some bread for moms. I also put a couple pieces of sushi in a plastic container and left it on the nightstand along with a cup of lemon water. I chatted with moms until 3pm before departing. I made arrangements to drop by again tomorrow morning to see if moms is doing any better.
I made one stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a couple more boxes of Quaker® Granola. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:15pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I ate the leftover lamp-baked chicken that moms had given to me on Monday for dinner along with some of the Kozo Sushi. The evening? Same ol' shit.
It's probably difficult to discern that I am very concerned about moms given my clinical description of the events of the day. However, I have been running through many different scenarios and associated contingencies for a long time. Pretty much everything from my life-style to my standard of living is a reflection of the former and the latter. My goal is to spend quality time with moms even at the expense of my own living condition. That's not a problem for me. I have survived through many ordeals, and I will continue to survive through many more.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am this morning, making one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. The front door was open, so I walked in. Moms was still in bed. As it turned out out, moms had suffered another bout of the "dizzy head" this morning. However, the episode today was much more severe than in the past. Moms slept while I spent an hour cleaning the tires of my Nissan® Frontier truck, a task that I partially completed a while back. Then, I spent some time using the pumice stone to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet. Moms was awake by 11am. However, moms could not get out of bed without becoming nauseous. I did a few chores for moms. Then, I drove down to Koko Marina to purchase sushi at Kozo Sushi and a Beef Curry plate lunch at Loco Moco Drive-in.
Moms was still unable to eat anything solid, so I ate lunch by myself. Moms was still resting, so I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina after lunch. I did my usual workout. When I returned, moms was awake but still unable to get out of bed. I cut up some bread for moms. I also put a couple pieces of sushi in a plastic container and left it on the nightstand along with a cup of lemon water. I chatted with moms until 3pm before departing. I made arrangements to drop by again tomorrow morning to see if moms is doing any better.
I made one stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a couple more boxes of Quaker® Granola. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:15pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I ate the leftover lamp-baked chicken that moms had given to me on Monday for dinner along with some of the Kozo Sushi. The evening? Same ol' shit.
It's probably difficult to discern that I am very concerned about moms given my clinical description of the events of the day. However, I have been running through many different scenarios and associated contingencies for a long time. Pretty much everything from my life-style to my standard of living is a reflection of the former and the latter. My goal is to spend quality time with moms even at the expense of my own living condition. That's not a problem for me. I have survived through many ordeals, and I will continue to survive through many more.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Hukilau Burger Fiesta
"The Iraqi people are suffering just as if they were still under Saddam. The small Satan left and the great Satan came. God willing, the occupation forces will be driven out as happened in Vietnam." -- Muqtada al-SadrIt's pathetic, isn't it? Here I am, thinking about what kind of grilling appliance that I must acquire in order to cook up some salmon steaks, and all the while there is tremendous pain and suffering around the world.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been waxed and shined. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, although I met Shirley for lunch at the new Hukilau Restaurant in the Executive Center lobby. I ate a Hukilau Burger as per Shirley's suggestion that the latter was "the best burger [she] ever ate." I was able to chat with her for about an hour. Later, I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on a very crowded bus.
I will spend the evening with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Perhaps I will defragment the hard drive yet again. Or, maybe I will download a few choice hurdy-gurdy "torrents" via the Pure T 'n A site. I could listen to House Music on DI.FM. Another possibility is a retrospection of my Hukilau Burger experience. Most likely, I will continue to peruse the usual alternative sites that provide real coverage of political, financial and international news. Waiting for the secular Apocalypse is not an exciting activity. However, as the self-appointed Keeper of Lost Lives, I am obliged to do so.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Wax On, Wax Off (Yet Again)
Feeling trapped, I stepped out briefly last night for some fresh air at 8:30pm. As I was walking to my Nissan® Frontier truck, I saw the Chinaman careening out of the same side street that my truck is parked. He was driving as though he was high on amphetamines. I drove to Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I bought a cartion of generic non-fat milk and big-ass bag of Santitas® chips. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), there was no sign of the amphetamine-buzzed, fudgepackin' Chinaman. I spent the rest of the evening in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I stuffed my face with Santitas® chips while listening to DI.FM Deep House channel.
I woke up at 4:15am this morning to "drain the lizard." As crazy as it may seem, I could hear a faint murmuring of dialogue. The Chinaman was yapping on the phone again. However, he must have been completely fatigued because I could hardly hear him. There is the odd possibility that the Chinaman has been tweaking on "ice." That would explain everything.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am. I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a small cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was busy completing a few chores. Rather than engage in the usual task of using my pumice stone to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet, I decided to wax the cab and hood of my truck. I had to put a lot of "elbow grease" into the task. When I was finally done, I figured that I might as well wax the whole truck. Moms and I made the usual rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and to Foodland in Koko Marina.
For lunch, moms served up lamp-baked chicken and ahi poke (both courtesy Foodland), fresh vegetables, sea salad, and rice. For dessert, moms heaped on a big serving of Foremost® coffee ice cream. I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 1pm. I did my usual cardio workout. After a relaxing shower, I walked back. I did not wake moms up. I made one last stop at Safeway® to purchase another box of Quaker® Granola. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I dropped a partial load of laundry into the washer and dryer. Then, I ate the remainder of the ahi poke for dinner along with a few Santitas® chips. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
I have been pondering my upcoming change in diet. Tentatively, I have decided to opt for a salad-type dinner. The heart of the meal will either be fresh salad ingredients (e.g., lettuce, carrots, onions, cabbage, spinach and so forth) or packaged salad mix, along with half of a grilled salmon steak. A couple of slices of whole wheat bread will top off the meal. To accomplish the grilling task, I am contemplating the purchase of the Cuisinart® Griddler Express® contact grill (or similar).
I woke up at 4:15am this morning to "drain the lizard." As crazy as it may seem, I could hear a faint murmuring of dialogue. The Chinaman was yapping on the phone again. However, he must have been completely fatigued because I could hardly hear him. There is the odd possibility that the Chinaman has been tweaking on "ice." That would explain everything.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:15am. I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a small cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was busy completing a few chores. Rather than engage in the usual task of using my pumice stone to grind down the callouses on the soles of my feet, I decided to wax the cab and hood of my truck. I had to put a lot of "elbow grease" into the task. When I was finally done, I figured that I might as well wax the whole truck. Moms and I made the usual rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and to Foodland in Koko Marina.
For lunch, moms served up lamp-baked chicken and ahi poke (both courtesy Foodland), fresh vegetables, sea salad, and rice. For dessert, moms heaped on a big serving of Foremost® coffee ice cream. I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 1pm. I did my usual cardio workout. After a relaxing shower, I walked back. I did not wake moms up. I made one last stop at Safeway® to purchase another box of Quaker® Granola. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I dropped a partial load of laundry into the washer and dryer. Then, I ate the remainder of the ahi poke for dinner along with a few Santitas® chips. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
I have been pondering my upcoming change in diet. Tentatively, I have decided to opt for a salad-type dinner. The heart of the meal will either be fresh salad ingredients (e.g., lettuce, carrots, onions, cabbage, spinach and so forth) or packaged salad mix, along with half of a grilled salmon steak. A couple of slices of whole wheat bread will top off the meal. To accomplish the grilling task, I am contemplating the purchase of the Cuisinart® Griddler Express® contact grill (or similar).
Yes, Slob Manor has a full kitchen with rather nice appliances including a microwave oven and deluxe toaster oven. However, I want to grill the salmon, and I want an appliance that's easy to clean. My only reservation is that most brands of grilling appliances come with toxic non-stick coatings on the grill. I will also have to worry about the mercury content of the salmon. Can I ever win? Obviously not.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
YMCA
Last night, I finally transferred $1,750 from my investment accounts to my local bank. This will be the first month that I will actually be drawing upon my savings principal. I am surprised that I made it through a full year with no earned income and no savings depletion (until now). Personal and "condotel" business expenses were extremely high at $4,034 and some change.
The Fed will continue to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent before the year is out. If an incursion into Iran materializes, then the rate will drop even faster. The banks are bankrupt as the Fed has injected yet more inflated dollars into the system via its sham "term auction facility." The Fed itself is nearly bankrupt with only about $80 billion left of its own balance sheet.
The empire is likely to follow in the footsteps of Japan wherein the Bank of Japan has intentionally kept short-term interest rates at 0.5 percent for years. Aside from fueling the international carry trade, the low interest rates have created hyperinflationary conditions in the Japanese economy. The Bank of Japan has also managed to keep pushing the yen down as low as possible in order to maintain its exports. However, for the rank-and-file in Japan, life is not so great. Japan has one of the highest suicide rates in the world, surpassing 32,000 incidents per year. The latest fad is the "detergent suicide," which involves the mixing of common cleaning chemicals to produce a toxic gas (hydrogen sulfide) that is inhaled. Is that the future for the peons in the empire?
I woke up at 2am this morning only to hear the Chinaman yapping away on the phone. I could not go back to sleep because the Chinaman continued the benign activity until 5:30am. The clown must be on amphetamines. He was gone all day yesterday, initially departing at 5:30am. He returned at about 6pm. Then, he hit the town and returned at about 9:30pm. I am sure that he was on the phone much earlier than 2am. Then, he departed for parts unknown at 6am this morning. I am also certain that he is not talking with anyone in Tibet.
The Fed will continue to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent before the year is out. If an incursion into Iran materializes, then the rate will drop even faster. The banks are bankrupt as the Fed has injected yet more inflated dollars into the system via its sham "term auction facility." The Fed itself is nearly bankrupt with only about $80 billion left of its own balance sheet.
The empire is likely to follow in the footsteps of Japan wherein the Bank of Japan has intentionally kept short-term interest rates at 0.5 percent for years. Aside from fueling the international carry trade, the low interest rates have created hyperinflationary conditions in the Japanese economy. The Bank of Japan has also managed to keep pushing the yen down as low as possible in order to maintain its exports. However, for the rank-and-file in Japan, life is not so great. Japan has one of the highest suicide rates in the world, surpassing 32,000 incidents per year. The latest fad is the "detergent suicide," which involves the mixing of common cleaning chemicals to produce a toxic gas (hydrogen sulfide) that is inhaled. Is that the future for the peons in the empire?
I woke up at 2am this morning only to hear the Chinaman yapping away on the phone. I could not go back to sleep because the Chinaman continued the benign activity until 5:30am. The clown must be on amphetamines. He was gone all day yesterday, initially departing at 5:30am. He returned at about 6pm. Then, he hit the town and returned at about 9:30pm. I am sure that he was on the phone much earlier than 2am. Then, he departed for parts unknown at 6am this morning. I am also certain that he is not talking with anyone in Tibet.
Actually, I believe that he is chatting with one of his Chinaman homeys. It's probably the clown whose car broke down in the driveway a couple of weeks ago. A group of Chinaman finally came by after ten days and attempted to move the piece of junk. Eventually, I believe, they had to tow the ol' hoopty. I'm not certain if the Chinaman is a fudgepacker, but he is spending way too much time chatting up his homey. Guys don't spend endless time on the phone during the wee hours of the morning unless they are planning to play "hide the salami." Damned faggots!
I wonder if the Chinaman is really a carpenter. Or, is he one those Village People "construction workers"?
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-AMacho, macho man ... Oh brother, don't drop the soap! Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has ... Y-M-C-A ... Y-M-C-A ... Let's return to the regular programming, shall we? The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer. Then, baby disappeared ... Y-M-C-A ... Y-M-C-A ... You'll find it at the Y-M-C-A ... I did my usual workout ... at the Y-M-C-A ... then, I rode an extremely crowded bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I was moving slower than molasses in Winter throughout the day, but I found myself back in my squalid room by 3pm. The rest of the day and evening? Same ol' shit.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys ... (sing-along)
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Rien de Nouveau
I spent most of last night performing maintenace on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I downloaded Piriform Defraggler in order to defragment my hard drive as opposed to using the command line utility. When the task completed, I noticed that I had "lost" about 8 GBytes of hard drive space. I was beside myself. Fortunately, I gathered my wits and checked the Defraggler Forum. Sure enough, someone had a similar problem. Another user suggested that Windows® Vista may have automatically created several Restore Points. I used the Disk Cleanup utility to purge multiple Restore Points (even though I could not see any of them listed). I instantly regained the "lost" space. Oddly, I observed that my sound driver problems vanished after defragmentation.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been zonked. The routine is always the same ol' shit. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had to wash my truck again. Everyone along the side street where I park my truck is doing some kind of major construction work on their homes or yards. There is so much crap flying about and setting on my truck that I could barely even see the color of the paint. I will spend all evening in my squalid room as usual.
Perhaps I should view my extensive new hurdy-gurdy library that pretty much resides on my defragmented hard drive. I have ceased copying the hurdy-gurdy files to CD-ROM as per the suggestion by Mr. Ray. There are so many of these type of files available that they are quickly made obsolete. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been zonked. The routine is always the same ol' shit. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had to wash my truck again. Everyone along the side street where I park my truck is doing some kind of major construction work on their homes or yards. There is so much crap flying about and setting on my truck that I could barely even see the color of the paint. I will spend all evening in my squalid room as usual.
Perhaps I should view my extensive new hurdy-gurdy library that pretty much resides on my defragmented hard drive. I have ceased copying the hurdy-gurdy files to CD-ROM as per the suggestion by Mr. Ray. There are so many of these type of files available that they are quickly made obsolete. Sheesh!
Friday, May 02, 2008
Nothing Terribly New
The gale force winds have continued day-in and day-out. My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer gathers a thin layer of dirt particles and dust within seconds. I spend almost all evening blowing and wiping the dust off of the computer. The floor in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) has about 0.1 inch of residual grime every day. I must use my humble dustpan and brush frequently to clean the residue. I dare not drop any water on the floor. Otherwise, the dirt and dust will coagulate into a gooey mud. Yes, it's that bad.
I have had little to say in the past few days. Not that it matters, since there is only one reader of the "blog" per day. And, I'm afraid that my sole reader has been identified by Sitemeter as the socipathic buddy. Why can't we jettison the fool? I have been able to disassociate myself from everyone else from the recent past. Heck, I am so-ooo happy to never see those asswipes and fudgepackers from the Diploma Mill and the Asylum. I am not sure how I was able to tolerate being around those losers for so long. I have only maintained contact with a small handful of select acquaintances. In the upcoming exodus, friendships and acquaintanceships will be of trivial value. At present, I can breeze through several days without any human contact. I find that I am most content when left to my own devices.
My investment income has dwindled down to almost nothing (as summarized yesterday). In two weeks, I will have reached the milestone of being emancipated from wage slavery for one full year. During that time, I have been able to survive, albeit minimally, without actually dropping my net worth. However, now that the Fed will continue to drop interest rates to zero percent, I can expect inflation to rise rapidly while my savings begin a rapid depletion cycle. We call that "wealth transfer." The stock market will continue rallying with the Dow possibly surpassing 30,000 or more. The reason? Speculators know that the Fed will rescue them in case any deals go sour. So, it's "no holds barred." There are massive "bubbles" developing in the stock market, commodities (i.e., oil and food) market, and with credit card debt. Once Bernanke senses that any "bubble" is inflating, he's going to pump it fast by lowering short-term interest rates as quickly as possible. Remember, the empire has a "serial bubble" economy. In addition, we are now at the prime "war level" of two percent. An incursion into Iran is economically feasible even amidst the tremendous debt incurred in Iraq and Afghanistan. The key is that it is all debt. Inflating the useless dollar makes the value of the debt go down. Apparently, no nation dare drop its dollar reserves, so any new war is already a "go" financially speaking.
There have been so many articles concerning the idiotic "economic stimulus" check that we idiotic taxpayers are allegedly to receive. We should get between $300 to $600 which, incidentally, will be subject to state income taxes. Frankly, what can so little money purchase? What kind of debt can it pay down? As inflation ramps up, the money is already chump change before it is even in our hands. Just the fact that the whole so-called "stimulus package" was created out of thin air makes it worth even less.
I usually visit moms on Thursday, but moms was extremely fatigued yesterday. Frankly, I feel that moms has been overexerting herself. Moms still cleans the house and does yardwork even though the house no longer belongs to her. Moms also devoted a lot of hours to church work last month. I had advised moms to decrease her pace, but moms refused to do so. Keeping active and eating healthy has contributed to moms' longevity. However, there is a finite limit as defined by moms' age. Moms has been mentioning fatigue quite often. Thus, I am becoming more concerned.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds to Long's® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We brought take-out plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms served up fresh vegetables and fish cake to augment the lunch. For dessert, Foremost® coffee ice cream was dished up. I chatted briefly with moms before walking to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout and walked back to say good-bye to moms. I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase two more boxes of Quaker® Granola ($5 per box on sale) and two lard-filled Tina's® burritos. As I was exiting the parking lot, I observed that the odometer of my Nissan® Frontier truck finally turned over 10,000 miles. Can you believe it?
I was back in my squalid room in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I had nothing else to do, so I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than anticipated. Well, another evening of the same ol' shit is lurking in the background. The sound driver for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is completely screwed up. It barely works, and I have no idea about how to fix it. oh well.
I have had little to say in the past few days. Not that it matters, since there is only one reader of the "blog" per day. And, I'm afraid that my sole reader has been identified by Sitemeter as the socipathic buddy. Why can't we jettison the fool? I have been able to disassociate myself from everyone else from the recent past. Heck, I am so-ooo happy to never see those asswipes and fudgepackers from the Diploma Mill and the Asylum. I am not sure how I was able to tolerate being around those losers for so long. I have only maintained contact with a small handful of select acquaintances. In the upcoming exodus, friendships and acquaintanceships will be of trivial value. At present, I can breeze through several days without any human contact. I find that I am most content when left to my own devices.
My investment income has dwindled down to almost nothing (as summarized yesterday). In two weeks, I will have reached the milestone of being emancipated from wage slavery for one full year. During that time, I have been able to survive, albeit minimally, without actually dropping my net worth. However, now that the Fed will continue to drop interest rates to zero percent, I can expect inflation to rise rapidly while my savings begin a rapid depletion cycle. We call that "wealth transfer." The stock market will continue rallying with the Dow possibly surpassing 30,000 or more. The reason? Speculators know that the Fed will rescue them in case any deals go sour. So, it's "no holds barred." There are massive "bubbles" developing in the stock market, commodities (i.e., oil and food) market, and with credit card debt. Once Bernanke senses that any "bubble" is inflating, he's going to pump it fast by lowering short-term interest rates as quickly as possible. Remember, the empire has a "serial bubble" economy. In addition, we are now at the prime "war level" of two percent. An incursion into Iran is economically feasible even amidst the tremendous debt incurred in Iraq and Afghanistan. The key is that it is all debt. Inflating the useless dollar makes the value of the debt go down. Apparently, no nation dare drop its dollar reserves, so any new war is already a "go" financially speaking.
There have been so many articles concerning the idiotic "economic stimulus" check that we idiotic taxpayers are allegedly to receive. We should get between $300 to $600 which, incidentally, will be subject to state income taxes. Frankly, what can so little money purchase? What kind of debt can it pay down? As inflation ramps up, the money is already chump change before it is even in our hands. Just the fact that the whole so-called "stimulus package" was created out of thin air makes it worth even less.
I usually visit moms on Thursday, but moms was extremely fatigued yesterday. Frankly, I feel that moms has been overexerting herself. Moms still cleans the house and does yardwork even though the house no longer belongs to her. Moms also devoted a lot of hours to church work last month. I had advised moms to decrease her pace, but moms refused to do so. Keeping active and eating healthy has contributed to moms' longevity. However, there is a finite limit as defined by moms' age. Moms has been mentioning fatigue quite often. Thus, I am becoming more concerned.
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I made one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds to Long's® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We brought take-out plate lunches from Yummy's Korean Barbeque. Moms served up fresh vegetables and fish cake to augment the lunch. For dessert, Foremost® coffee ice cream was dished up. I chatted briefly with moms before walking to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout and walked back to say good-bye to moms. I made one last stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase two more boxes of Quaker® Granola ($5 per box on sale) and two lard-filled Tina's® burritos. As I was exiting the parking lot, I observed that the odometer of my Nissan® Frontier truck finally turned over 10,000 miles. Can you believe it?
I was back in my squalid room in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I had nothing else to do, so I performed the dreaded laundry chores two days earlier than anticipated. Well, another evening of the same ol' shit is lurking in the background. The sound driver for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is completely screwed up. It barely works, and I have no idea about how to fix it. oh well.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Absolutely Nothing New
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been deprecated. I enjoyed my brunch, courtesy Safeway®, at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. A group from the WCC were performing landscape maintenance at the memorial. A couple of them said, "Good morning," to me as I sat on a nearby bench.
Another day in the inner courtyard at the library produced negligible results. I have started reading the book, "The Assassins' Gate: America in Iraq," by George Packer. Yet more disturbing reading. I did my usual workout at the gym. I always take a 15-minute shower there. That's probably the best part of my entire day. An uneventful bus ride brought me back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm for the same ol' shit.
I have been reviewing the latest information on the Europe 2020 (Laboratoire Européean d'Anticipation Politique) site, particularly the section titled, "Systemic Crisis/Analysis." The European viewpoint and predictions are quite interesting. Essentially, the second half of this year may see the unraveling of the financial "system" as we know it. It's worthwhile read.
Another day in the inner courtyard at the library produced negligible results. I have started reading the book, "The Assassins' Gate: America in Iraq," by George Packer. Yet more disturbing reading. I did my usual workout at the gym. I always take a 15-minute shower there. That's probably the best part of my entire day. An uneventful bus ride brought me back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm for the same ol' shit.
I have been reviewing the latest information on the Europe 2020 (Laboratoire Européean d'Anticipation Politique) site, particularly the section titled, "Systemic Crisis/Analysis." The European viewpoint and predictions are quite interesting. Essentially, the second half of this year may see the unraveling of the financial "system" as we know it. It's worthwhile read.
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